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[Random creation] Desert walk
By: KaunLeon Date: September 2, 2013, 9:57 am
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I may write a sequence out of this.
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Hot steam breezes onto my face, when what I see is sand hills
after sand hills. Desert is such miserable and
defeating biome, I thought. Sun shines mercilessly upon me and
bring away my moisture. I never noticed how
sweat covers up my body, yet they are mysterious. They came so
quickly and evaporated quicker. My throat feels
parched and common sense tells me it is because of moisture
loss. Though where do they go? Are there shelters
outside that a water droplet can hide and be safe? Or are they
crashed, torn, broken into pieces? I withstand the
desert, but barely pulling myself together. Just like my sweat,
they do not stand a chance against the powerful
nature. The situation is harsh but life goes on. I may have been
walking slower every next step I take, yet I shall
never stop. I fear to fall on such tragedy, alone in the dark. I
conquered countless hills but more await. The nature
taunts me with the broad sight I am forced to take.
How desirable is it to have a cane to hold on to and to
support my exhausted body on this suffering. How
powerful could the nature possibly be? How long will my travel
be? I do not know, but I seek answer. I am more
eager than anyone else. And I know my answer shall be unveiled
upon the end of my adventure. Whether I fall on
this rumbling sand or my arrival upon another grassland. The
latter seems like a better option to me. I told myself
while watching my two legs “climb” as if they don’t belong to
me. Left, right, left, right. I count my footsteps until it
is uncountable. I know little about music but still tried to
maintain rhythm. Whirlwinds are like knifes or needles
pinching me, opposing my progress. Yet I’m not stopping…… “Walk…
walk… walk…” When I set foot on sand they
gladly move away to let me progress forward. Though they seem
not satisfied, sand moves deeper and away. Sand
is waiting for my fall, then they will serve me with their
greatest pleasure and bury me. “I am pleased for your kind
but no, you are not taking me.” It seems wild and random to be
characterizing sand and talking to them, but what
is the matter? No one sees me and I feel like determination is
ensured.
However on a match your opponent will not give you any
chance to rebuild, they will crash you when you are
weak, put an end to your recovery. In this case my opponent is
the nature. A sandstorm rages out of nowhere and
seemed to wonder aimlessly just like myself. Wind of unknown
dances with the sand and buffet me with little hard
solid. My eyes, nose and mouth feel hurt every time the sand
hits me. I felt like as if a group of man is constantly
throwing rocks at me, I am plundered and tortured. I lost my
sense and my stamina. Have gravity increased? My
backpack is heavier than ever and my knees are being dragged
down by exhaust. The sandstorm continued to
roam. Maybe it won’t stop until I give the ground a hug. But I
need to continue. I told myself. If nature is watching
me somewhere waiting for my flame to fade, then I have been
crashing its ecstasy many times. I barely have any
strength to walk, yet the whirlwinds are testing my endurance. I
will be blown over if I relax myself. The parts
exposed are hurt by the sandstorm, sand brings away little my
tolerance every time they crash onto me. I wish to
hold up my left hand but was unable, I feel no left hand, is it
gone? I looked down to my left hand and saw a
motionless flesh. I have lost my senses, am I already a
senseless ghost or am I living in my fantasies? Suddenly I
felt something big hit my knees, the ground was so close to my
face that one eye was forced to be shut. So I have
finally fallen……
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