Writing Prompt

Jake whimpered and stumbled down the path, his feet burning from the heat of the sun reflected on the hot sands. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he wandered mindlessly in the deserts of Korah. “M-Mum..” he choked out shakily.

He paused as a gush of wind hit him, making him slightly shiver, as he was already sweating from the warmth of the suns rays. He peered through the slight sand flying into...

I sit on my knees, a single tear slipping down my face before disintegrating in the hot sand. I’m covered head to toe, sand coating the inside of my mouth.

Everything is gone. Everyone is gone....

Sit in it, she whispered.

Let it engulf you like the endless,

Sand of the Sahara desert.

Breathe it in, she coerced.

Let it fill your lungs like a mother,

Breathing air into the mouth

Of her dying child.

Who told you the loneliness was bad?

Who told you to run away from it?

Who told you to silence it?

Listen to it.

Let the song it sings fill your soul.

Hear every lyric it whispers,

Every word ...

As the time passes

The sand builds up

And I can’t reach the door

I try to shift through the sand

But it’s above my waist

And I can hardly move now

As the times passes

The sand builds up

And I can’t breathe anymore

I try to dig way out

But it’s up to the ceiling

I think it’s moving faster somehow

As the times passes

The sand ceases to fall

The room is full and time’s run out

I stop trying

And ...

This door is deserted

Covered by sand

No feet have walked through it

Or trode on this trodden on land

This door is cracked

Riddled with holes

No one to solve the mystery

Of this abandoned wreck

which might’ve been a place

where lovers once met

This door is falling down

It’s at its strengths end

It can’t hold itself up anymore

The wind batters at its entrance

Behind the door, emptiness

emptiness ...

The wars killed off the crops and the famine killed off the people. The lack of people meant no more workers and one by one they left. Somewhere with food and water, somewhere with trees. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave behind the only life I ever knew. So, welcome to my home. Hope you enjoy your stay....

The dust settles

The days go on

The door is wide open

I know that you're gone

I look into the wasteland

At me, it glares back

How could you leave?

In my mind, I feel a crack

My knees drop

My cheeks drenched in tears

You wont return

Which is the worst of my fears

Flooded with dirt

Once so full of light

Our world was alive

And we were so bright

As my mind dims

I know yours does the same

But now ...

Beneath a sky of muted gold,

Where time has slipped through cracks unfold

There lies a place of sand and doors,

A hollow echo of ancient shores.

Wind-carved whispers haunt the air,

Through broken halls, stripped cold and bare.

Doors afar, but bone to greet,

Sand creeping soft beneath my feet.

Pillars lean, their bones decayed,

Ghosts of grandeur now betrayed.

Curtains of dust in muted light,

F...

How long has it been? Minutes, hours, or even days could’ve passed, but it really was all a blur to Helios. He’s going insane. The fact that the Sun never set in this planet didn’t help either.

He doesn’t even know how long it’s been since his separation from the local travelling group, who promised to protect and guide him through the magical desert. Little did he know, it would take the caravan...

Whenever you leave

In anticipation of your return

I leave my doors open

I know it’s a bad habit

But I always do.

These open doors invite dust

I like to keep tidy

But as long as my openness invites you

I’ll bear it

Watching the sand in the hourglass fall.

Did you ever say you’d return?

My friend erodes from being exposed so long

It seems I have become the hourglass

I sit counting down the years...