This is my first time using this website but I'm sure that I can provide the project with good ideas and creative writing. As a sample, I can provide you with an abstract of this short story I wrote for one of my teachers at the University
Kind regards, Burgos Paula.
A different kind of hunger
It was a gloomy place where we lived but I could never get a glance of it because I was the first one in the village to have been born sightless. Among the other of my kind, this was a very rare occurrence. However, I managed to learn the craft and worked my way up the Council of Elders. I was one of the best.
It wasn’t until the others came that we were thrown away from our dwellings and put asunder in every town. Many of us were lost to the rage of the new up-comers, who did not understand our ways. We lost our most beloved jewels to the hands and torches: our daughters, our blood, our descendants, and most importantly, our disciples. The bloods of our blood have always been our most important students, and the way we had to keep our craft alive throughout the centuries. They were our legacy.
Only a handful of us managed to survive the attacks of the others. I ran away with one of my best disciples, Orianne, who was also the daughter of the one that had been my best friend, and one of our most powerful elders: it comes with sadness to remember she was one of the first to get torched, a night without starts and a full moon a witness, her daughter watching the demise from far....