Fictional Writings by Louis Fitch World Writer 2013 No one really understood just what the government did but it was absolute chaos... food, currency, about any goods needed for survival had diminished. What was available was hoarded because of a devalued dollar. It seemed hyper inflation had set in. Anyway, I had traveled on foot to the plains in hope of acquiring suitable supplies and skills training in archery. A trade was made for what seemed to be the necessary equipment to facilitate the acquisition of small game. Darkness had settled in and it was now time to travel, avoiding the populace was essential. As daylight arrived I fell to the ground my hunting gear stay intact as I struggled to regain my footing.. In the distance was a deer it had frozen in place and regaining posture swiftly loaded and drew my bow to full tension. My heart raced I knew it death would sustain my life... all thing have purpose. I prayed has the arrow race trough the air.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 03:05:26 +0000
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