creative writing

• opening sentence - short sentence

  the heat grabbed me.
• paragraph 1 - trying to go to past

  I closed my eyes, aching to drift backward through the hourglass, to sink into the golden haze of (describe image).
• paragraph 2- still in desert

  With reluctance dragging at my lashes, l pried my eyes open — only to find myself still imprisoned in the vast, desolate belly of the desert.
• paragraph 3 - senses

  The abhorrent taste aggressively erupted through on my taste buds , I was overwhelmed with an amalgamation of heat, sweat, isolation and desperation; my vision was fogged over with beads of sweat dripping down scalding my skin upon its path; my skin was throbbing yellow blisters which formed like volcanos across my body. The humming of minuscule insects set a gentle melody in an attempt to block out the anguish that tormented my body; a pungent aroma of intoxicating heat singed the lining of my nostrils, charring my nose hairs
• paragraph 3 - short sentences repetition

  The heat gripped me within an inch of consciousness.
• paragraph 4 - surroundings

  A gradient concoction of saffron, amethyst and azure cascaded and pranced across the skyline seamlessly, as if God had picked up a paintbrush to depict an awe inspiring painting. My mind yearned for an escape, to see the chalky white clouds roll in like bolders, or for the cracked and parched ground to have a blanket of porcelain powder like alabaster pillows, yet my vision is exposed to a ridiculing clear sky, mercilessly blaring down onto my exposed form.
• paragraph 5 - suns torture

  The soft melodys of the small insects had transcended into piercing screeches as if they were struggling to withstand the blazing heat she radiated. She stretched out her arms as she covered every crevice of the sky with her relentless, merciless heat. The heat beating, and beating, and beating on. The merciless heat cooked the charred yellow grains of sand beneath me - both of us victims to her tyranny.
• paragraph 6 - rule of 3

  Isolated, defeated and burnt.
• paragraph 7 - resignation

  There was no fleeing my grim destiny — the nightmare I once refused to believe had curled its claws into reality, sinking me into its merciless grip.
• paragraph 8 - sky message

  for a fleeting heartbeat, the blinding rays recoiled behind the herculean mountains, their jagged silhouettes ignited by a blood red blaze that screamed across the horizon - the sky bled scarlet scrawling a final warning in fire.
• paragraph 9

  the heat lashed my once-alabaster skin with relentless cruelty, branding it with blistered welts and searing scars. helpless. hopeless. hollow. salvation had evaporated into the scorched air, leaving only the gnawing dread of the inescapable end.
• paragraph 10- refer back to image

  alone, and hollow, the hope once etched within (image) dissolved like mist beneath the omnipotent blaze. every delicate detail that once cradled me in comfort was scorched into oblivion by the suns unforgiving glare.
• final short sentence

  defeated, the heat grabbed me, like a vengeful serpent, squeezing the last breath of resistance from my lungs.