Yearning
Their mouths are dry. Their feet stained with blood from walking leagues upon the sharp rocky ground. The sun beats waves of flames on their backs. They have abandoned everything for this, this that had so abruptly diminished in their land. They keep walking, walking with the desperate hope of finding that which has been lost, its memory forever implanted in their skulls.
...Let me know what you think!
Ooohh. I like.
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DeleteThis is great, MM! That last phrase raises all sorts of eerie questions.
ReplyDeleteLove the new page design too, by the way. :D
Thank you! and I'm happy you like the design! =D
DeleteMary Margaret!! This is gorgeously creepy. O.o I hope you keep doing these, they're so much fun. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha thanks McKenzie! I'm planning on doing them again! It was a lot of fun :D
DeleteThanks so much for joining in on Five Sentence Fiction! Great job! I especially liked 'waves of flames'.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I enjoyed participating in Five Sentence Fiction!
DeleteI like this Mary, makes me wonder where they are and how they got there, intriguing!
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