With a swift movement of her hand she rubbed away some sand on her cheek, that had started to itch her. She wasn‘t to thorough, as sand got everywhere out here. She‘d been out to collect animals from her traps and set them up again. It was a good day. She had two rabbits and another sort of small rodent. She didn‘t care about what it exactly was. She knew it had quite some meat on it and how to pr...

I’ve never been a fan of people. That goes for everyone, that’s why I moved. People are unpredictable.

Weathers aren’t. You have psychologists for people. Not meteorologists and forecasts the way you do for the weather cycle. Today, it’ll rain hard until maybe 10 pm.

It’s always theories as to why people do things. But I have company. I haven’t talked to anyone in years.

I think I’ll be okay...

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...

Cast away

Continues to stay

Love solitude

Good attitude...

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...

I was left on this planet fifty years ago, had no one to talk to but a small robot I made myself, one who can’t talk back. I always thought I wanted somebody to talk to, until the ship arrived. Now I want nothing more than to be left alone. I’m a second class citizen in my own home....

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...