Creative writing

• Day began and the lands felt as if they had no end, forever continuing further
• further and further. his sanity was masked by an uneasy layer of indistinguishable sand. Nothing was to be seen, nothing could be seen. It was irrefusable.
• he was certainly lost. As the Night grew nearer; he grew envious of "Fonder place
• The Vulture waited for him, always watching him alone in the desolate wasteland of the desert. It traced him from above, every restless.
• • day of this feverish rightmane. It followed him through his constantly altering path through harsh precarious pathways, seas both Strong and Statute in structure.
• , An endless sea of confusion; the desert felt like an armada arriving in fleets. Provoking the sole survivor of the mirage ,against it all, a man, anguished.
• Thoughts flooded his barren mind, the hot air scorched his view and the light reflected the sky above him.
• When seen from afar the heat collided with the endless sand creating a mirror of deception. The Cursed hell hole ahead seemed to have become a bluegrees transucent lake, forever empty, flowing full of hopless longing .The man drowned in the thought of the inescapable land of hostility in which he remained..
• Again the bird called out, releasing a piercing screech.
• He was instantenuously transported back home. I Back to a time of happiness, when sand had not been resentented out embellished, wriggling roughly through his toes, a time where he could feel free In the knowlege that he was unbound.
• The coarse sea air through his body without engulfing it. Time when the waters crisp edge was but a walk away, when the air was filled strongly with fresh Salty crashing waves, Smashing at the breakers like glass revelled
• That smell of fresh melted board wax,that heat from the periless Sun above him, hitting the edge of his cold tanned face like an old welcomed friend. Only to be met with the icy cold of the coarse. Salt water from the depths below, a brutal wake up from reality.
• A distant cry called out, eerily creeping closer.
• He Sank deeper and deeper into the merciless iced depths. The desert was rough and turbulent, it dragged him down with an unrelenting. force.
• The bird called out again, closer this time. he persisted to resist.
• "entering into the light. this arms flailed. His legs kicked violently.. fear gripped him in its cruel hand as he struggled for air, it felt personal, the life drained out of him, as his panic faded into numbness his heart beat slowed and there was nothing
• All ceased.
• The shimmering walls of water cascaded his mind leaving only beautiful soundlessness. A large omniscient light presented itself in the distance before him, slowly falling.
• Day had ended and the lands had no end.
• As he looked up at the dying sun the once resented bird of death greeted him, it Sat perched beside him until the light. dispersed and all that remained was the darkness.