Memoirs of a Fallen God
Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded.
And, fool that I was, I tried.
Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die.
This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after.
Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.
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GestaltInertia
Would love to know when we can expect an upload! I'm waiting anxiously! This is a wonderous story.
I really love the way you write the beginning so much that it captures me right into the story. Can't wait to read on!
I'm saving this to savor it slowly, because it clearly deserves that, but I wanted to comment now...this is exquisite.
Great start! Your summary really hooked me, and your writing style shows the character very well. I shall definitely continue reading.
Wow this is wonderful. Your writing style is beautiful and intense. I love this prologue I have to keep reading!
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