Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Magic of the Desert Sun

It was evident he wasn't going to make it.

I watched from afar as he clamoured toward the illusion of an oasis I conjured before his eyes. He was getting desperate. Soon, he would die. He couldn't last much longer. The desert heat was even starting to get to me. And my witch's blood could usually withstand such abuses.

Finally, the tragic figure fell to the ground. When I closed my eyes I could feel his tears caress my cheek. When I tilted my head I could hear his hoarse whisperings float on the heat waves. When I opened my eyes I could watch him die.

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday.

11 comments:

  1. Intense, and right up the current pop-fiction alley.
    Here's my 3WW bit, from the opposite end of the age-scale:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/13/and-now-what/

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  2. Wow what a story.you kept in it the story the whole time.well done

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  3. Wonderful piece of work. I'm looking forward to more from you.

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  4. Love that it is the sun's POV. Great piece!

    ~laurie

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  5. Thanks guys! Also thank you for following, Ren.
    :)

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  6. Well written; short and too the point!

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  7. What did he do to upset her? Just point me in the opposite direction. Great write.

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  8. What do YOU think he did to upset her? :)

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  9. Oooooer! Won't go near her in a hurry.

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  10. Scorching piece! Crisp and engaging..Jae :)

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