The Old Prospector
Greed will always be the winner
The old prospector had been searching for gold for years but never gave up hope. Then, one day, he struck it rich. He found a huge nugget of gold and couldn't wait to cash in on his discovery. He stumbled into a hole as he traveled down the mountain with his precious find. He tried to recover the nugget but lost his footing and fell deeper into the hole. He screamed for help, but no one came. He was never seen again. They say, even to this day, you can still hear him screaming for help.
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Joseph Cosgriff
Aspiring new writer who loves fiction and specifically post-apocalyptic and dystopian stories. Looking to see what I can do to better my skills.
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