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The carbon dioxide leaving his lungs seemed to take up space.

Surreal was the only word for it, he had to keep breathing, every gasp continually reminding him that he must be somewhere.

No up, no down.

In attempt to silence the growing paranoia, he knelt to his feet and was mortified as his fingers reached lower than where he “stood”

Blink as much or as little as he pleased there was no diffe...

Frank had a weird attraction to places seemingly devoid of life, places he could perfuse with his own. The secretive critters could take in the full shape of it from their hiding places, the wind-smoothed crevices could listen in to something different than the customary tubular howls, and the wind-swept tumbleweeds could slowmotion elope with a new companion. He could lose himself in an ocean of ...

In the heart of this desolate landscape, a vast expanse stretches as far as the eye can see, a tapestry of muted browns and greys under an expansive, brooding sky. The ground is a cracked mosaic of parched earth, fissures spidering across the surface like a network of forgotten rivers. Dried sagebrush and tenacious weeds clutch at the earth, their resilience stark against the harshness that surrou...

There was no wind to stir the mist clinging to the piles of rubble and clinker that made up the landscape.

The ever-present mist, leached more colour out of the already near monochromatic scene, it sofended the edges of the distant wrecked shells of buildings in vague dark outlines against the grey sky.

The sun had seemed to give up on this place, it’s place in the sky marked by a small slightly b...

They call it the forgotten wastes, because most people have forgotten about it or wander in it unknownly and are never seen again.

It’s a place of past beauty and current horror. If you survive the breath choking fog that surrounds the empty desert, the creatures that lurk there are surely bound to devour you. They nameless horrors from the depths of hades itself.

Somehow if you aren’t devoured ...

Radioactive waste land to the horizon

Sandy dunes for miles

Decay of concrete buildings

Heat rays penetrate the surface

Scorched earth

Tornados of sand

Green yellow red bacteria moss cover the ground

Rocks erroded

corrosion rust forming on the surface

A lone Weathered skeletal tree stands in silence

Air feels heavy...

Down the back roads through small towns

And pastures laid out like a patchwork quilt.

Life couldn’t be simpler. Roll down the window and feel the chilling breeze.

The sun warms the leather seats while it shines through the trees. Look out the window and see the cows in the field laying lazily in the grass. See the horses running in the pastures, the lambs huddled under the shade of trees. Dri...

Our small white mini van drove with the sound of a drum. Every second we wasted was to kill time. At least that’s what we had said. But after diving from a bustling city of San Francisco to a rural countryside in the middle of nowhere, even Mama, the most optimistic person I had known, was starting to have her doubts.

Abby had been staring out the window for nearly an hour so I had a feeling she ...

Wow, Dad. You were right. This is so different from our little Bell Buckle, Tennessee! Like, night and day different. I feel like I can see forever out to the horizon, and at home I can only see to our neighbor’s yard.

I guess that’s not bad, tho. It does make home feel homey. I love our cozy back deck and all the trees that surround it. I love all the birds that fly in and out of our trees. Bird...