You possess meagre coins by mere happen-stance; you are not our equal by any measure. The blood in our vein flows through the rock foundation of this land, yours drains through the sand. Our thoughts at dusk tint the swirling breeze of dawn. Heed these words, lest you rise to the fragrance of your ménage descending in flames, their blood hissing at the skies. Crawl back to your hovel, engrave these words on the walls of your nugatory sand castle for offsprings yet unborn. They too must not forget; the prey who mingles with wolves will not return to roost.
Hi people, I would love to have some constructive feedback on this story, thank you very much. I might not be able to return the favour now as I am only a tiny tot in the writing world.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Ceayr and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.