The Ruins

Miguel gently placed his hands against the wall of the ancient temple, knowing it could talk.

Wiping away the dust, he erased the layers of time.

He pressed his cheek against the cool stone and breathed in the past.

“Speak,” he whispered in the old way.

Miguel closed his eyes and waited for the voices.



O.D. Trebor.

  • Austin Briggs

    Love the feeling you created with this story, O.D.! :)

  • O.D. Trebor

    Thanks, Austin. Glad you liked it.

  • Roy Station.

    What happens next? So intriguing, this could lead to a lot of places.

    • O.D. Trebor

      History will be revealed to him by an eyewitness.