The Horserider Part 3 by Walterthewriter, literature
Literature
The Horserider Part 3
The wind howled around the valley as the moon gracefully rose to its full height,illuminating the earth. The wind whistled through the burning fields of golden wheat . Standing there like marble statues of ages ago,the horseman and his only friend, his horse. In the middle of the field, an enveloping flame spire towering ,only to die a little as time passed. It danced around the smoldering fields that were once rich with life,the food bowl of the land. The song of that night was as beautiful as it was horrifying,even the birds have died. The choking smoke made the horseman cough dryly. His eyes were burnt because of the air and also his hea
The Horserider (Part 2) by Walterthewriter, literature
Literature
The Horserider (Part 2)
The moon was beautiful, Philip thought, as he trudged slowly on the old foot path. The crunching leaves under him sounded hypnotically soothing. It was pure bliss being out of that claustrophobic city.
The night air was cold and dense.Despite wearing a heavy coat, he still felt incredibly frosty.His fingers felt like they were going to drop off. Sure, the coat was old and has a couple of holes, here and there, but it should at least make him feel warm enough, Philip pondered to himself but he knew that he shouldn't expect any luxuries.
The area surrounding Higard was suspiciously bare with the closest tree being at least a few kilometr
The Horserider Part 1 by Walterthewriter, literature
Literature
The Horserider Part 1
In the dark,a cloaked figure,riding his horse with only the sound of clopping of horse shoes. The darkened forest,where the only light is the moonlight,stands ominously next to him. With only green,amber stained clothes;a bony horse and a dry throat. A wearily traveler suffering from the same curse of many. The sound of the crackling of stones under the horse's shoes became dominant in the air. The noise only interrupted by the rumbling of the man's stomach. He wasn't prepared because he couldn't. The road seems to keep stretching further and further,with no hope of ending.
The silence of the night was unnerving. Almost as if something te
The Horserider Part 3 by Walterthewriter, literature
Literature
The Horserider Part 3
The wind howled around the valley as the moon gracefully rose to its full height,illuminating the earth. The wind whistled through the burning fields of golden wheat . Standing there like marble statues of ages ago,the horseman and his only friend, his horse. In the middle of the field, an enveloping flame spire towering ,only to die a little as time passed. It danced around the smoldering fields that were once rich with life,the food bowl of the land. The song of that night was as beautiful as it was horrifying,even the birds have died. The choking smoke made the horseman cough dryly. His eyes were burnt because of the air and also his hea
The Horserider (Part 2) by Walterthewriter, literature
Literature
The Horserider (Part 2)
The moon was beautiful, Philip thought, as he trudged slowly on the old foot path. The crunching leaves under him sounded hypnotically soothing. It was pure bliss being out of that claustrophobic city.
The night air was cold and dense.Despite wearing a heavy coat, he still felt incredibly frosty.His fingers felt like they were going to drop off. Sure, the coat was old and has a couple of holes, here and there, but it should at least make him feel warm enough, Philip pondered to himself but he knew that he shouldn't expect any luxuries.
The area surrounding Higard was suspiciously bare with the closest tree being at least a few kilometr