Stuck in the Desert

I can feel the burning sand underneath my prickly feet. Still, I trudge on. The scorching sun pierces my skin. I can hardly breathe. I strive for water. Just one little drop of water will satisfy me enough. I need it. I NEED IT NOW!

Slowly and carefully, my mind is going crazy. It’s tugging my brain this way and that. The winds blows softly, stinging my eyes. My eyes are red, boiling red.

For every step I take, I grow weaker and weaker. How long have I been here? A week? Two weeks? Maybe even five? It’s probably so long that I lost count. I want to leave. I WANT TO LEAVE THIS AWFUL PLACE! I bend down on my knees and look up to the sky. Just take me home. A small tear falls from the corner of my eye. I shut my eyes and collapse.

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1 Comment on Stuck in the Desert

  1. Mrs. Kriese
    May 5, 2015 at 8:03 pm (4 years ago)

    Wonderful effects here: the use of repetition, of italicized thoughts, of all caps at just the right moment…well done!


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