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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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