A Brief Trip Down Description Lane

The silent clockwork of the night turned gently onward, pulling the sliver of silver moonlight across the obsidian sky. Wisps of cloud floated from star to star, pushed ever forward by the piercing wind. Below, grey sands stretched on, on, on touching the horizon before disappearing into the impenetrable blackness of the night. The wind scraped at the sand, shaping it into great dunes, which dominated the landscape. The air tore all moisture from anything it touched, leaving the dunes barren. Silence dominated the desert, only broken by the howling of the wind.

A lone figure struggled through the thick sand. His face, raw from the biting of the wind was a mask of determination. His long dirty blonde hair was flung out behind him by the wind. He wore thick brown robes, which were ripped and torn. They smelt musty thanks to years of wear. However, a sweet, refreshing smell also clung to the battered robes. It lingered for a moment in the air as he struggled onward, before being torn away by the merciless wind. His eyes were an unearthly blue, and even in the darkness of the night seemed to glimmer.

The deep sand swallowed his tall, battered leather boots. In his hand he clutched an impossibly bright ball of what looked like flame. But no flames burned quite like these. The light was composed of beautiful colours, greens, reds and blues, and cut through the darkness like a sword, flowing over the sand in front of him like water. The sand glistened like diamond in the light. The light was accompanied by the same sweet smell that lingered on the man’s robes, allowing even this harshest of landscapes a moment of freshness, of life, before it was torn away once again by the elements.
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I was feeling terrible bored. :3

This scene makes me want to draw a picture. :3

I like it, forzen.

Something about it though. Feels like something is missing. And it's bothering me, cause I don't know what it is. :/ Or something is there, that shouldn't. It's wonderfully described. Definantly feel the short story vibe here. I think it's a nicely done short piece, but it had no.. story? Or point behind it? I'm slow, so you can't take my word for it. P;

It's a guy, a guy that seemed to have a rough history, is travelling through a sandy windy place with fire glowing from his hands. Ooo, I wanna know more about this dude.

But yeah, you said you were bored, and it's good to just write random short pieces, which is what I think you intended for this one, so very well done. It's lovely. :3

I like it as well and if you're going to continue on, this would be a good intro into something much longer. Maybe this could be the beginning of a backstory that leads up to this point before continuing on where this intro left off perhaps?

Crude shapes flickered in and out of existence in the firelight. Great pillars of stone, worn by years of dripping water loomed just out of sight. Corse sand clung to everything. The air was dry, and heavy, and yet retained no heat. A sliver of moonlight hung in the entrance of the cave, but its cold glow provided little comfort. A child lay beside the fire, surrounded by tattered clothes, thick with rough sand. His skin, tight and scarred was white. He lay as close to the fire as possible, trying to keep warm. The cold of the night cut through his clothing like a knife, warmth and strength fading from memory. Cold… there was only cold.

Sleep was impossible. He lay still, blue eyes wide. Dirty blond hair fell roughly over his face, dirty and rough. His clothes hung limply from his thin frame, tattered and worn they looked as though they should’ve been worn by an adult. Silence was broken suddenly, a soft crunch in the mouth of the cave. Eyes wide, the boy sat up, his thin frame shaking. There was another crunch, and set of heavy leather boots appeared in the mouth of the cave. The boy began to edge backward, eyes wide with fear. A rasping voice rang through the air, “Stop.” It was an order, there was no doubt. This one was the leader.

“What?” Another voice replied high and cold. Still edging slowly backwards, the boy shook visibly, fear eating away at all reason. His breathing became faster, faster, and his breath clouded in front of him. Shoulders heaving he edged back, flattening himself against one of the pillars. He listened intently. Then a snort rang through the air. The pair of feet outside buckled, and a burly man fell to his knees. He buried his face in the sand. Cold steel glowed in the moonlight, piercing the darkness of the cave. Another snort echoed through the cave. A sudden rush of wind followed, exploding through the cave. The boy suddenly curled, hands leaping to his ears. A sickening pressure in his head, a ringing in his ears. Face contorted with pain, he bit down on his tongue. Suddenly the snorting stopped. Gasping for air, the boy looked up again. The man stood up, and turned

The first voice broke the silence again. “Magic.”

The man turned again, and began to run toward the cave. The boy sprang to his feet. As extra clothes fell around his feet he pointed at the fire. Sticks and hot ash exploded into the air, forming a barrier of fire and smoke. He turned and ran, bare feet kicking up sand. His breathing was shallow, and quick. Not looking back, he ran on into the darkness. The cave twisted and turned. Rocks sprang from the darkness like hideous faces. All the while he ran. Deeper, deeper, deeper. The darkness filled his mind, fear and dread. Memories. Fire, death, and blood. Suddenly there was rock. No where left to run.

He clawed desperately at the wall, eyes wide, and tears forming paths through the filth on his skin. There was a crunch behind him. He turned. A figure loomed in the darkness. Whimpering, he pressed himself against the rock. There was a flash of cold steel. He closed his eyes and screamed.

The air around him exploded, throwing sand into the air. Tears were torn from his face. Heat erupted in the air, driving back the cold of the night, blistering his skin. The man was ripped from his feet, and flung against the stone of the cave. A sharp crack sounded over the roaring, and suddenly everything was still. A limp figure fell from the air and hit the floor with a dull thud. The boy opened and eye. He saw the face, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. A trickle of blood ran from the mouth of the man, and was sucked into the sand.

The boy fell to his knees, shaking. Tears fell to the ground, and were lost in the sand. He stared at the broken corpse of the man. Whimpering, he slid further toward the ground, and curled. Closing his eyes, he shook. Terrible images filled his mind. A distant past, memories filled with love and tenderness. Then there was pain, only pain. Gruesome faces scarred and mottled. He could feel the biting steel, the burning fire, the pain of losing everyone. Fire, death, and blood. He could smell smoke, blood and burning flesh. Screams of pain filled his head. Rotting bodies, the buzzing of a thousand flies, watching maggots oozing out of eyes, writhing under the skin of the ones he had loved the most. Watery fluid erupted from his mouth. His throat burned. Curling tighter he sobbed once more.

A sharp noise echoed through the air, followed by another, and another. Clapping. Again, again, again. Opening his eyes, he saw another pair of feet. A slighter man, with long, straight dark hair stood above him. His skin was white and glowed eerily in the dark. Yellow eyes stared down at him, full of hate. A red tongue ran over sharp teeth. The figure bent, stretching out a hand. Long fingers, ending with yellowed, long fingernails grabbed his arm, pulling him upwards. He was lifted from the floor, and pulled up, toward the face.
“Good night, little boy.”
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I really have no idea where I'm taking this, or if I'm taking it anywhere! x3

Very nice, I love the description in this. Maybe this could be a dream of some sorts, like a weird, random dream a person is having?

Originally Posted by Ameera Mae Laramie

Very nice, I love the description in this. Maybe this could be a dream of some sorts, like a weird, random dream a person is having?

Hehe, thanks, I appreciate the comments. ^__^
That's a good thought, actually. I'll have to have a think about what I want to do with this. I actually had a lot of fun writing it. :33

Originally Posted by Frozen

Hehe, thanks, I appreciate the comments. ^__^
That's a good thought, actually. I'll have to have a think about what I want to do with this. I actually had a lot of fun writing it. :33

Welcome.

This could also turn into a more long-term story as well, the 'dream' could turn more into a 'vision' of what may happen in future events. Could turn these few sections into a much longer story.