Fields, Flowers And Hell (1)

Part 1 ✽

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“Dont fall behind.” Dan states, his voice rough and tired as usual.


They have been walking all day and, understandably, Mateo has had enough. He trails behind sluggishly letting out groans of annoyance every few seconds to get his opinion across in any means necessary.


“Can you stop?” He turns back around to face Mateo and waits for him to catch up before walking again.


“Where are we?” He groans again and kicks his foot at the ground pulling up the grass.


“I dont know.” He sighs, fed up with the teen behind him, silently wishing he left him behind.


“Where are we going?”


“You know where we’re going.”


“In the long run, yes. But we obviously arent getting there in one trip, so where are we going?”


“I dont know. I didnt think about that.”


“You dont think about anything.” Mateo whines and starts running to get ahead of Dan. “I miss London.” He shouts back at him.


“No you dont.”


“Yeah? Well I had a bed back in London!” He snaps not paying attention to what he’s saying, just wanting to find a good argument.


“No you didnt.”


He stops running and stays in one place staring at the grass. He was tired and fed up with walking, he didn’t need some strange man telling him he was better off with him than at home. Dan places a hand on his back as he passes him, carefully pushing him along beside him unwilling to stop walking.


“I had a family back in London.” He mutters.


“Yeah, and you left them. You ran away from them and I had to save you.”


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This is a random draft I forgot existed and forgot what I was doing with so here it is as it is ig 💪 epic ikr


Uhh, this is my characters from my novel I mentioned ages ago, check my writing titled ‘streptocarpus’ it’s on the 42 week ago mark but I don’t write much so it’s not that far down on my profile. That will pretty much explain any background info on the situation here.


I’m posting this cause otherwise I never will and I’m trying to get back into writing novels and short stories like I used to instead of poems


This one is genuinely rubbish I forgot I wrote this

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