This is a little idea that hit me while I was sitting around listening to music and I hope you guys like it. But I must warn you that it is like a play... the characters thoughts will be colored in red, the narrator will be normal white letters... and other people speaking will probaly be in green... anyways enjoy.
The Harvester
As I put my mouth on the skooma pipe and take one more puff I slowly start to feel the effects washing over me. Wave after wave of soothing ecstasy numbs the pain within my right arm, chest, abs, and my legs. To say that I triumphaly defeated the encounter with three storm astronachs would be a lie. I barely came out with my life and a broken body� and I have no doubt that my right arm will never return to it�s proper state.
The broken figure holding the skooma pipe leans against the rock it was sitting next to. He looks up to the sky and a raindrop falls on his face.
It seems that my bad luck never stops� oh well�
The broken figure slowly started to lose its conscience and slowly starts to slip away from this world and into the realm of dreams.
Ha ha ha ha� is this it Milo? Are you can going to just sit back and let the darkness slowly consume you?
Who the hell are you? And if I want to die it�s no business of yours.
That is where you are wrong mortal. I am the great Shegorath� the lord of madness. And you and your pitiful excuse of exsistance belongs to me. Now hush� and enjoy the peace and tranquility as long as you can� it will probably be the last time you can.
Yeah it's a small post but I am multy tasking so it's kinda hard to make it long. Anyways thanks for reading and Kudos.