For 1000 years he walked this path and changes he saw, he liked. At least their beginnings. Young men spoke of new times, they spoke of new order and free way of life. But soon, or what he as an imort...

Billy Jones looked towards desolate town with sun setting at his back. He knew it was a right kind of dump. One without too many to form a posse, yet big enough to have a saloon or store to rob. From ...

A dream

A story of a deserter

Really short story. It was one of my daily practices I did once upon. Hope you enjoy it