Drew Munro

Joined July 2022

3 stories

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Writing what keeps me up at night. If I don’t, the insanity kicks in. No degrees, just me.

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The Heir's Lullaby
The sun shone brightest on the morning he was left behind. Far out from the town of Faranth, the last point of civilization before the Whispering Woods encompassed the rest of the region north of Solace Reach. A newly made mother desperate to bring her newborn child to safety. She had been running long before the morning sky appeared, fleeing up and over the mountain steeps that made up the Crisped Tips of legend. Her legs were weak, but her heart remained strong to deliver him as far from their pursuers as possible.
By Drew Munro3 years ago in Fiction
Down The Cold Dark Barrel - Part Two
As quickly as Winston faded into the night sky, he opened up hazily to a morning ceiling. His glaring blue eyes striking wide after feeling the sun gleam in from a window that also permitted a pleasurable breeze and the elegance of birds singing. Picking his head up slightly to view his surroundings, his own neck had him locked in place and kept him down in the awfully comfortable bed. Never had he felt so much comfort while being in so much pain in his life.
By Drew Munro3 years ago in Fiction
Down The Cold Dark Barrel - Part One
Uncertain paths make up the world that should be left unfound. For each step marked in the ground is proven to be remembered forever. For all of its faults and successes.
By Drew Munro3 years ago in Fiction