Write a story or poem inspired by this abandoned place.
The sand poured in,
The doorway creaked,
The sun blared down,
Casting a harsh shadow over the sand.
The sand was hot,
It burned my hand,
The wind hurt,
Like bullets of sand pelting me from all directions.
There was no water in sight,
No matter how far I looked.
I walked and walked.
For hours I walked in a line,
Holding onto the small hope I had left.
Water was a necessity...
The beach house was the place to be. Every single summer. The palm trees would sway in the gentle breeze. The weather was always perfect. The sand dunes were always a killer to walk over but it was worth it to reach the water. The water that sparkled and was crystal clear. The water that we spent so many hours of each day in. Where the waves would break in perfect A-frames. Where the fish would ju...
As it spilled in through the windows and crackled it’s way beneath the walls,heat seemed to distort even the clock on the wall at which Barnaby Scott Whittaker stared at in idle hopelessness.He had remained silent for most of the journey and listened to only the violent clunking of the automobile as it slurred its sandy wheels on to his destination.However tedious,this memory shimmered with the ic...
The last time I was in this room, I had a knife in one hand and an arm in my other. There was no sand inside then, just barren, smoky walls that reeked of cigarettes and mildew. The door was in place, and the frames were only starting to break. A perfect snapshot of what was happening inside those walls.
Wind whipped outside; I remember that. The tumbleweeds were rolling just as they were now, a...
Shifting dunes harass sighing walls, sturdy peaks sent charging, their ancient onslaught fuelled by the slightest breeze.
Signs of life, long sandblasted from sun beached walls, hide in the corners; a scrawled name here, a fleck of paint there. Though the outcome is inevitable, for now this aging landmark stands proud and alone, a sole monument to mankind set against a dead world....
The coughing was getting worse. My feet were sore from hours upon hours of walking along a made-up path. Dust swirled into my nose and got stuck in my shoes. I constantly found sand clung to my clothes.
Aria stood beside me on the crest of another dune. Her face was covered in dirt and flecks of sand strayed in her hair. Her strawberry-blonde hair swayed in the wind and her deep brown eyes survey...
Nothing here remains but the sand
Creeps in with plans for future dunes
"Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m going to take
Real good care of you."
(Yes, I remember, and trust me, it's important that I do.)
Someone's been there obviously,
Long foregone in search of belongings,
Though taken full account and decided:
Let that old man who lost his only son
Off the hook. Look at those treasures, for won;
Time devours everything
The hourglass we know, from history,
Does not accurately represent the one that encapsulates us.
Its true walls are far less malleable than one could ever imagine.
Time breaks us and we break time.
Whether it be a chipping away through finite cracks
Or a complete shatter,
An erratic explosion or ill-fated implosion of all the particles we’ve ever known and the...
You will be exploring this abandoned hostage, remembering
How years ago, you were here.
You were a boy in striped pajamas, ripped from his home,
Your soul wanders these camps tirelessly,
Footsteps are shown from the hunters that come to speak to you,
Why don't you answer?
Do you not like the Germans? They ask,
And you turn angry. It pleases you
To see them scared of something they cannot se...
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