Novel & Cerita Wasteland

Ruby POV The wasteland stretched endlessly before us, a barren expanse of cracked earth and jagged rocks, where the sky bled in perpetual twilight, neither fully day nor night. The air was thick with dust, swirling in lazy spirals as the wind whispered through the skeletal remains of trees that had long forgotten what it was to bloom. This land mirrored the emptiness inside me, both twisted by a past that could never be undone.

Calhoun reminded himself to train his Soldiers in the Wastelands once he returned. The wasteland served as a border between the Blood Kingdom and the other kingdoms. It made the entrance into the Blood kingdom impossible due to its harsh sun and the severe lack of water. Despite these reasons, the worst would have to be the length and breadth of the whole land. It would take between a week or two to get to the Blood Kingdom, supposing the person was on a horse and galloping at full speed nonstop. But one can't achieve that because excessive riding would cause the horse dehydration, and carrying water would slow the person down.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Wasteland Nathan's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the soft dawn light. He glanced around, as he'd done many times before, but it was pointless, as it had been each time before. He was alone up here. There was no one around. Not a soul, human or animal. Nothing at all, as far as the eye could see but the pungent stink of the air was making him dizzy, his stomach churning, unbelievable, repellent and, gut-wrenching, numbing foul stink.

I wasn't really thinking it through when I started cooking, I just needed a distraction. I wiggle my hips as the music begins to change. My favorite words are coming up. “Bells will be ringing.. The sad, sad news... Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues... My baby's gone... I have no friends... to wish me greetings, once again..” Damn, this song is literally me. I feel tears well in my eyes. I have no friends. After Wilder died, Katie and Lena reached out. They tried with me, but I shut them down. Now, my two best friends and I haven't talked in months. Wyatt was a friend and so much more, and now we are nothing. I've lost everyone because I pushed them away.

Meniscus, the only place; an object made of earth and air and fire and water, twice the sizes of the cooling moons, has sustained the growing life that the God of Man has successfully conjured. Divided into four lands, the north, east, south and the west, it had slowly flourished and turned into the marvelous state it is in now. On the northern part of the realm, situated between the Great Ice and the Varietal Sea, is the bountiful continent of Veldt. Dotted with numerous islets, it has been long painted as the precious gems of the North. One of this was the telltale paradise,most have heard from the mouth of marauders and voyager who had seen the premises, the city of Florin, land of the bl

That he has a fiancee and he is going to get married to a better woman that is not me. A type of woman I look up. A woman that is pretty, unlike me. A decent one, an expensive one. Madame Lucia was right. I am nothing. I am a trash, I am disgusting. "I am coward, Astra. I am slowly getting scared that you might go away from me... That you might hate me. But yeah, it already did. All things has changed..." he continued. I just cannot stop myself from weeping because it hurts, a lot. The pain is killing me.

Destiny will do the finding. You are mine, to begin with. I will always be your end game. - Estefan Eustacio --------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was sitting in a field of green wheat; the stalks bend lazily in the wind marveling at the grains. Each one is distinct and though different from the others, still perfectly formed. She runs her hand along the edge to feel the combination of rough and smooth and then glances upward to feel the warm light of the mid-summer day. The air smells just right and the birds fly in an almost cloudless sky. She began walking, the field went on forever and after a while her feet became roots, digging into the soil.

Wolves who had never known fear were now sleeping in shifts, weapons always within reach. As we traveled deeper into the Wastes, the landscape changed. Healthy forest slowly gave way to twisted trees with hollowed trunks, barren ground littered with blackened roots. The air tasted metallic and sharp, biting at the back of the throat. No birds sang here. No prey animals scurried in the undergrowth. Even the wind felt wrong, like it was carrying whispers of things that had never been meant to speak. “This land is dying,” Maren said softly. “The entity’s presence is poisoning everything. If we do not stop it soon, the Wastes will keep spreading.”

KAIA Darkness surrounds me, thick and suffocating. Then slowly, shapes begin to form. Colors bleed through the black—brown, gray, the dull red of rust. My vision clears. I'm standing in a wasteland. Scorched earth stretches in every direction, broken trees jutting from the ground like skeletal fingers. The smell hits me first—iron and decay, thick enough to taste. My stomach turns, bile rising in my throat. Then I see them. Two bodies lie before me, grotesquely mangled. My knees buckle, but I force myself to stay upright.