You feel your head exploding.
You hold the edge of the welkinwood tightly. The wind on your knuckles is starting to numb your hand and weaken your grip. The air is warm, but you are travelling at speed. You put home behind you as if away in a shoulder bag in your mind. Thoughts pile into the bag uncontrollably, burying each other, entombing your heart. The wind had tickled your arms and the little hairs on them at the beginning, now it just feels like another shirt sleeve you’ve been wearing. The world is like that, a skin that you wear.
The half-veil that protects your nose and mouth softly teases your neck. Sand hits your goggles an
The Witherist - Chapter 1 by neophytegod, literature
Literature
The Witherist - Chapter 1
The Nara, like the withering world behind her, pined for stable ground. Her beaten broken shredded sails wallowed in the swells of the eastern shore. A chery salty-fresh gale prodder her hull and tugged at her splintered mast. Like a small child, innocent and fickle, even the wind eventually gave in to the Nara’s despair and found some gulls to tease, leaving the ship to scatter its own remains among the rocks of the new world.
“Look!” a boy shouted as the skeletal timbers sank, “a treasure chest!”
“That aint...That’s a coffin yeah!”
“Wither my bones! You think there’s a body in&r