by Brianna G. Harte
Excerpt 1 from my original realistic fiction story, “Our Drier River.” I’ll be writing the story throughout November for National Novel Writing Month and more excerpts will be posted throughout the month. Current word count: 1682
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Squadrons of fifty filed out of the kingdom of sand, Ikkachet, leaving behind the thick, sand and cement walls taking a stake in the endless mounds of desert. As they strode forward, their chests puffed out and fierce dedication marked their faces. Their hands gripped over the leather handles of their newly sharpened swords, anxious of victory. Each pounding against the sand brought them closer to their goals. A trail of footsteps followed them, though the winds soon erased all evidence. The sun boiled the warrior’s blood. It pushed them forward, giving them strength to march to the city of Erebach. Energy wasted on walking soon returned to them by the sun.
A city formed from mud and held by vines came into view after hours of steady walking, acting triumphant amongst the rolling desert regions not five leagues away. The warriors glared at the lush green grass surrounded the walls, spitting at the ground in utter disgust.
“Team Curion!” General Unyr yelled vigorously from the right, bounding away on the only horse their kingdown could extend. “Hold the southern bridge!”
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