words ringing in his head…
rise from your grave…
zork woke up.
he looked around.
he was in a dump.
“how nice /s”, he thought.
he got up.
everything felt strange.
he wasn’t wearing a mask.
he had vague memories of
a boy with a yellow hau…
he heard a rustling in the rubbish bags.
his head whipped round to see what
it was. a disturbingly frail creature was
rising up out of the bin bags.
it limbs were like hoses.
on it’s face was a blue pakari.
the creature said.
“EXPECTED SU_TOA, GOT UNKNOWN”
the creature picked up a warped metal rod.
the creature looked ready for a fight.
to be continued…
so, this is my first attempt at writing a
story about…anything, really.
taking inspiration from this post
(which was probably a joke):
so, i will procedurally write these chapters, and post them here.
tell me how i can improve my writing!