"Traps empty again" he thought to himself, "just one of these time can I get a rabbit, I just want rabbit stew....fuck mushrooms...."he said aloud to no one in particular...followed shortly by "well I guess its mushroom soup again...sigh... And with that he was off to his hut he couldn't help but think about how he used to be afraid to be this far from the hut but now "it's like walking home"."It's just over the
hills, then a hop, skip and a jump over the creek then 50 feet or so and viola "as he walked up on the hut he couldn't help but admire its progress from some sticks leaned on a rock to what was in front of him a hut a proper hut dug into the ground with the rock as its rear wall, layers of mud in-between the logs that made up the rest of his walls. With the sun coming down he started on his mushroom soup. As he sat down to "enjoy" his mushroom soup he noticed how quiet of a night it was.
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500 Days
General FictionThis is my first story if you read it please leave a comment and tell me what you think I started this story suddenly so I won't be continuing it until I can get a couple more parts done.
