Freestyle Storytelling 2!
He lay before me, a broken man. The great glimmer in his eyes, lost. The strong hands that, at one time, were so heavy now lay shriveled, limp. His voice. O’ his voice. Once it could spark revolution in the heart of the weakest man, now barely a whisper. How could you have fallen, my friend, my idol? How could you have fallen? You wronged the gods, so they build you up into this paragon,...
I’ve neglected this blog! I’m so sorry! Here’s some freestyle storytelling! Ahem… yo… yo… uh huh… yup… ok… yo… alright …ok Long long ago! In a land far far away there lived a Mango King, presiding over a great a Mango Kingdom. One day the enemy came. War. This was its season. The mangos fought to the very last peele… but I...