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floweranzaThat day was the sixth day of her waiting. It was as hot as any other. The heat of the land leaked out of the ground and blurred the air, creating a false illusion of movement. Everything was still, though; still and dry and cracked. The land itself stretched like this in all directions. Lizards lazily made their way through the scattered bits of rock upon the plateau and hunting birds spiraled overhead, searching for easy prey. The air itself was acrid.
It stuck in your lungs and stayed so for many hours.
She clambered over the rocks, swearing softly as her thumb stubbed itself in a nook and leaked red. From overhead, this place was evident as one of the great masses of rock that interrupted the smooth, sweeping plane of the land. The rocks here were dry and sore-red.
As her fingers went to the leather water canteen slung around her hips, she perched herself upon the rock. The girl drank down two deep gulps, and then corked it again. She was a child of this land, and water was sacred. She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked to the west.
Heat wove its tight hold around her and the rock and everything else. The sky was a glorious blue that did not speak of rain, and the ground itself seemed to groan in agony amongst the silence. She sat still, as still as the landscape around her, and waited. It was the sixth day.
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From an automative writing exercise. There's something I really like about these places, for some reason. I end up writing about them a lot.
It stuck in your lungs and stayed so for many hours.
She clambered over the rocks, swearing softly as her thumb stubbed itself in a nook and leaked red. From overhead, this place was evident as one of the great masses of rock that interrupted the smooth, sweeping plane of the land. The rocks here were dry and sore-red.
As her fingers went to the leather water canteen slung around her hips, she perched herself upon the rock. The girl drank down two deep gulps, and then corked it again. She was a child of this land, and water was sacred. She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked to the west.
Heat wove its tight hold around her and the rock and everything else. The sky was a glorious blue that did not speak of rain, and the ground itself seemed to groan in agony amongst the silence. She sat still, as still as the landscape around her, and waited. It was the sixth day.
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From an automative writing exercise. There's something I really like about these places, for some reason. I end up writing about them a lot.
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