The long legged creature upon her shoulder continuously produced chittering sounds, dispersing certain spaces between with signals of clicks. Her attention was fully absorbed in those clicks, for they directed her through the endless stream of the desert. If she missed a chirp, she would be sent off the path, doomed to wander aimlessly as a ghost, but there were other ways it directed ...
With unruly ginger hair, clothes that were so big they dragged along the ground whenever she walked, and never wearing shoes, she not only appeared, but was, slightly off her rocker.
This made it no surprise when nobody near the desert camping site came to help her after she claimed she found a baby seal. In fact, it seemed there was no one even in the dessert with her. So she sat near the baby ...
"What the fuck is that?" Cal's voice was hoarse and dry, in desperate need of water...just like the rest of us.
"That's a baby seal," Aria replied. She inched forward, shoes cutting through the soft sand, hands poised upward in defense. However, the baby seal didn't seem to pose a threat. It didn't seem to see the desert as a threat as we did. It blinked its eyelashes at the three of us, then rub...
Oh no, Charlotte thought. Not the desert again. I hate this dream.
But she couldn’t wake herself up so she’d have to endure it.
A few yards in front of her feet—she was still lying down as if in bed, with the covers and pillow in the sand instead of a mattress—a movement in the sand.
A head popped out, then a body. It was gray and had “Clearview High” stitched on the side of it. The body wri...
