A New BeginningThe wood of the windowsill is rough under my hands, as I hold it and look out across the land I've claimed as my own. Green sprouts are battling their way out of the earth I tilled myself with nothing but a wooden plow and the horse that contentedly munches upon oats in an corral of wooden slats braced against oak posts. I glance down at my calloused and perpetually dirty hands with something akin to pride - only a few years ago my hands were moisturized and manicured, fit only to grasp a pen or steering wheel, but now they have grown accustomed to the daily struggle to put food on the table for my wife and I. Smiling, I return to gazing out at my land.A New Beginning by MrChar
As my eyes roam over my land, my ears pick up the pleasant sound of wooden utensils against the sides of a bowl and the smell of baking bread. Then, the sound of my wife calling me into our kitchen. I take my hands from the windowsill and turn to look inside my house. My home isn't much, by the standards of yesteryear - back when it onl
Hello, everyone my name is Char. |
I like to write and it doesn't really matter much to me what I'm writing about. Mostly I write fiction. While my main focus is upon Fantasy, I also write more than my fair share of post-Apocalyptic and descriptive short stories.
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