The Wayfarer

The Wayfarer A Short Story By NukeJay, Master Word Smith

The Wayfarer The wayfarer stepped over another branch, that had blocked the demolished cobblestone road. he wind blew through the treetops and made a whistling, almost howling, noise. Just a few more miles, he thought to himself,

trying to ignore the uneven road and the dark forest to the left and to the right of him, he desired nothing but a generous meal and a warm bed. He tripped, it must have been another hole in the road. As he got back on his feet and raised his head, he

spotted the inviting light of a not so distant town. His mood lighted up immediately and he began taking bigger and biggersteps until he was eventually, using up all his leftover energy resources, he ran towards the light. His hat was blown away by the

wind, but the wayfarer didn't care anymore, his mind was focused on reaching that town. He slowed down as the silhouettes in the distance finally had definable shapes. s he finally spotted the inn, he took a deep breath and took his last few steps, and

when he had almost arrived at the inn, thinking about his long travel, the pain and suffering along the way, and the pure joy of finally being able to live a free and fulfilled life again, he stepped on a landmine and died. The End

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