Stories tagged “desert”

  • Maroon 3

    Once all four were back in the car, Leonard sped away. They drove until the stores and the houses could not been seen, until not a person or car had been seen for hours, and all before them was desolation. They would drive day and night, until they fin...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Movin' On

    His eyes were shut against the terrible desert sun, but light still broke through. He didn’t know how he got in the desert; sometimes he suspected that he never would. It seemed unimportant now, irrelevant to the search for water, the need to fin...

    • Author: Geebs
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Choose

    Sometimes in life you’re given choices. You can listen to your mother and her husband pound away at the Tempurpedic in the next room, or you can hop out the window and leave this crap town behind. Choose. So you jump. You take the pick-up and the...

    • Author: MadAsAHatter
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Under the water, above the stars

    He stood in the hotel gardens that night, with the sound of Spanish guitar floating around him; the occasional laugh or cough rising above the clatter of cutlery on the plates of the diners under the restaurant trellises. Tipping his head back, he watc...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Raindrops of Despair

    It was finally raining upon this lonely, dry earth. I wasn’t sure who was drinking the rain faster, me or the soil, but it seemed as soon as a drop touched my tongue or the dusty ground, it vanished. As I continued walking further, trying to find...

  • The Beginning

    Why he started was a mystery. He was curious. He didn’t have a grand plan; no big intention. He was just curious. And bored. A deadly combination. Walking for weeks, he camped in the desert each night. Not far enough off the road that he couldn&#...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The killer sun

    Here I stand, blistering hot, my blistered body sunburned and dehydrated, my lips chapped, my joints aching, my head throbbing. Every so often, I send an SOS signal using my ham radio, my frazzled mind forgetting that help is coming, slowly but surely....

  • Ghost Town

    A world of wastes and dust is all I’ve ever known. The land has dried by the pound of temperatures found only on the surface of the great sun that lay in the sky before us all. The fires of the sky destroyed all in its wake, leaving in place a ba...

  • The Shack

    The wind came up from the West, rattling the lone, remaining shutter hanging on rusted hinges. Everything of metal on this place seemed to be rusted to within a second of falling apart completely. Nails had worked their way slowly out of the wood that ...

  • Rider in the Sand

    The troops were moving slowly now, baking in the hot desert sun at midday. Everything and everyone was covered in a heavy layer of sweat and sand grit. The general, atop his steed, wearily adjusted the sword at his side and checked his maps once more. ...

  • The Desert That Wasn't

    Humid. That was not what I was expecting when deplaning in Tuscon, AZ. I was expecting hot, dry, arid, but not humid. I quickly grabbed my luggage and raced for my friends car. “It is monsoon time”, Dan said. Monsoon? In the desert? Who cre...

    • Author: delphi
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Last Mariachi

    A low-lying mist swirled about my legs as I trudged along the dusty road. Considering how crispy the desert could get during the day, it was surprisingly cool right now. I jammed my hands in my pockets and peered at the road ahead. In the distance, I c...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Last Mariachi (Reprise)

    My ears tracked the lonely music as long as I could. It was a welcome reprieve from the ever-present music of desert fauna that one would normally expect in the wastes of Mexico. The moon hovered in the sky, pleasantly full and illuminating the land qu...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Last Mariachi (Fin)

    The ground’s mist mirrored my mind’s panic as I ran. I lost track of whether I had passed that damned shack… 4, maybe 5 times? The music which had calmed me only a short time ago now grated itself across my ears like a cat’s ton...

    • Author: Tesseract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Desert Wind

    The wind blows hot across the desert. Ripples form in the sand. I see a dry ocean with love drowned beneath the waves. Blisters form on my lips from the lack of you. You slipped through my fingers like so much sand leaving me rough, scarred, empty. I t...

  • Sisyphus

    Pavlov lights a cigarette, and fans himself with a girlie mag in a vain attempt to beat the intense heat that prevails even in the midday shade of the pipeline. The Equatorial Salt Flat is a hot place, and the desert wind roars through hot and gritty. ...

  • Sisyphus, Part Two

    Pavlov squints and looks out over the flats. A dim shadow is walking towards him, dressed in white fatigues stained brown with dust. A high-power ballistic rifle hangs over its shoulder, and Pavlov can make out a brown leather holster on the man’...

  • Sisyphus, Part Three

    “Dead?” “Dead. When I got there, it was a mess. The buildings had been burnt, the pipeline was slashed, and I’m not even going to say what happened to the bodies.” The nocturnal predators of Sisyphus were known for their appetites. Pavlov no...

  • Sisyphus, Part Four

    Larssen’s been gone for two hours. The sun’s getting lower, and Pavlov is almost out of cigarettes. Dusk is the worst time. The light reflects off of the mirror-polished saltflats, and the horizon is bright blur for raiders and animals to h...

  • Sisyphus, Part Five

    The critter sniffs the air. Pavlov’s seen this type before. Vaguely reptilian, but nearly mammalian with the hair and snout. Pavlov is frozen. The tail swipes back and forth. Sweat beads on Pavlov’s forehead. His rifle is in his hands. Brin...

  • Sisyphus, Part Six

    Pavlov knows his time has come. The critter is no longer sniffling the air. It takes full snorts of the air, trying to find that elusive scent of sweat, nicotine, and fear. Its short, forked tongue laps at the dusty breeze. Pavlov closes his eyes for a...

  • The End of the Beginning

    Well, that was that. It was over. You prepare yourself for these things –like the first astronauts shot to Mars, ready to spend 3 months in each one confined space with no breaks– but its never quite as easy as you’d think. I unlatched the s...

  • EotB: Last Man Sitting

    At this point I considered breakfast. You’d be surprised how quickly SPAM loses its novelty. After 3 months of the stuff, I was more inclined to build a fort out of the remaining cans (87) than open one and brave the pink horrors within. But I still ...

  • EotB: Wayfarer

    I had a lazy morning. I ate my first bag of Doritos (29 left) and watched Friends. I really can’t stand that Ross guy. Eventually I figured I didn’t have any excuse for not stretching my legs, so I got dressed: big old duster coat for pretending to...

  • EotB: Alone in the Aftermath

    To call it ‘afternoon’ would have implied the sun was visible below its zenith. I preferred to think of it as ‘slightly dimmer day’ – given that the light was a horrible, diffused gray, streaming through the omnipresent ash. The sun was AWOL ...