Short Story
The End of the River // A Short Story
They said the Forest of Death had eaten innumerable people, swallowing them in its maze of trees and monsters, never to be discovered. Which left Clem wondering why he was throwing himself into its
They said the Forest of Death had eaten innumerable people, swallowing them in its maze of trees and monsters, never to be discovered. Which left Clem wondering why he was throwing himself into its
Lewis was still dead. His family was still upended, his fellow townsmen still in their graves. Did he have to carry this for the rest of his life? He stared at the rocky plains below. How long would this continue? How long would the pain drag him down?
After I recently got my hands on a text generation program, I asked it to write a story of a war between octopuses and sharks (because why not?). So sit back and enjoy this epic AI-generated story.
Voices turned his attention upward, and he peered through the flames at the top of the stairs. He locked eyes with a rebel. Rush froze. He lurched forward. “Go! Go! The rebels are on board!”