G.M.H.'s Blog
October 16, 2020
Chapter 8
Here is the first two paragraphs of chapter 8 of the current story I'm working on...
The Arizona desert is unforgiving and hot. So hot, that one believes they see water shimmering in the distance, beckoning the traveler with it refreshing gift of life. So hot, skin melts to the bones of corpses lying in wait. The traveler knows this because he sits and watches the skin melt off the bodies, he has left to the silenced desert floor. Wildlife hovers in the air and crashes to earth as he passes beneath them. The shadow of a man is walking towards her. “Our dance was written long ago, and we will fulfill our prophecy,” he spoke to her in a dream.
“Grandma,” Axelia rushed across the large home and into her grandmother’s room, “he is killing everything in his path. I saw bodies rotting in the desert. Birds falling from the sky. He is coming and he mentioned a prophecy.”
The Arizona desert is unforgiving and hot. So hot, that one believes they see water shimmering in the distance, beckoning the traveler with it refreshing gift of life. So hot, skin melts to the bones of corpses lying in wait. The traveler knows this because he sits and watches the skin melt off the bodies, he has left to the silenced desert floor. Wildlife hovers in the air and crashes to earth as he passes beneath them. The shadow of a man is walking towards her. “Our dance was written long ago, and we will fulfill our prophecy,” he spoke to her in a dream.
“Grandma,” Axelia rushed across the large home and into her grandmother’s room, “he is killing everything in his path. I saw bodies rotting in the desert. Birds falling from the sky. He is coming and he mentioned a prophecy.”
