Stories tagged “desolate”

  • The Apartment

    The street called out to me, a wordless plea for acknowledgment amongst the swirling plastic bags and cigarette butts that defined its landscape. Here was desolate, here was nowhere. This was the burnt out end of the universe that meant nothing to anyo...

  • Don't Pick Fights with Kervians

    They used to tell me of time when the sky didn’t burn. When people got gray hair. They used to tell me things could go back. Tongues of sand tried to find their way around my evap and into my mouth, licking around my goggles, seeping in every cra...

  • Desert Gem - Don't Pick Fights with Kervians Pt. 2

    Jorv started to run, and I did my best to keep up. However neither of us would be able to outrun the skifter. Jorv was looking at his wrist, at least I thought he was, the sandstorm was picking up speed and I was lucky to be able to see him at all. ...

  • Rust Red

    The bicycle lay on its side, rust showing through red. It had seen rough usage in its lifetime, but nothing like this. From the mud caked on the fender to the tires bare of any tread in the middle, none of it spoke the real story. Laying on its side, t...

  • Grim Company

    The ground that passed under their boots was blistered and barren- with no sign of green anywhere, just endless miles of dead land. Some evil had decimated everything. The waters of the rivers and lakes they had passed had been covered with a dark, fou...