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by Louisa Wilhelm @ artstation
Your character lives alone in a harsh and desolate setting...
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I’m the woman inside the hourglass
Shoveling sand down the drain
No one notices me inside
Laboring, slaving away
It gets warm within these walls
Giant fingers tap the glass
Claustrophobia surrounds me
As my heart races too fast
Every grain is meticulous
Each a millionth of a second
They slip from my grasp in turn
To the funnel they are beckoned
My captivity’s controller
Much crueler than he see...
Sand. Two thousand four hundred and seventy eight cycles. That was the last time rain graced the dunes of Cephtalium. Sand. It was a sudden deluge, a violent torrent that took the lives of a few hundred inhabitants of our underground city before the engineers were able to seal off the upper level. There was little mourning for the deceased since the upper level belonged to the poor, criminal, and ...
_Hi, I am gonna introduce to a life similar to mine._
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_A small kid named Alen had a different thought of ideal from his childhood he always thought of being alone and keeping an identity to himself and enjoying a lot. But it was a hard dream to achieve but he never gave up but soon he loved a girl. He loved her so much that he would almost forget his dream. Now he thought in a different he tho...
I didn’t know what to think about this place. It was lonely and dreadful, kind of like how I felt right now.
But so was home. This desert had kept me safe for more years than I have fingers for. I will forever be thankful for her safety.
But this abandoned place had a different feeling. It was a feeling of uncertainty. And that wasn’t a feeling I wanted to feel.
So as quickly and as quiet as I ha...
desolate forest
thick or thin
breeze winds through
then scampers away
whispering secrets
and then gusting some to take
thick fog hanging
dampening logs
trickling from leftover rain
caught on thick leaves like spoons
i sit in the middle
let nature dance around me
as if i am a part of it all
the beautiful flow
this is where i’m safe
where i feel alive
energy moving like a powerful waterfall
o...
To anyone left,
Things would be so much better, if humanity had just listened to the warnings. If we had, then I wouldn’t be alone; I wouldn’t be writing in a journal no one else is going to read.
I wouldn’t be the last person on this god forsaken rock, the blistering heat would not scorch my skin and cause boils; I would not have had to watch the sandstorms take out the last of my food res...
Welcome to Destiny, where only the fittest survive. Population: 1
The hand carved sign on the outskirts of town was the first indication that others had survived in the post apocalyptic world that had become the new reality. After trudging across the deserted wasteland for days, I had begun to believe no one else survived. It felt like the world’s population had been eliminated.
Sand stretch...
Isaac couldn’t remember all the details of the day, the day the Harrowers came and attacked his village. A sneak attack so well planned that no one could have anticipated it. Late in the night of the fateful day, the troops attacked. It was a carnage, a veritable abattoir with appendages and torsos strewn about. The mangled bodies of the most defenseless lay discarded in the burning sun like refus...
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