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A Friend to a Beast
As the sun rises illuminating open fields before settling upon a house at the end of a dirt track the sound of a Rooster carries on the morning wind. Climbing out of his bed a man in his late 30s slides into a pair of old leather cowboy boots and throws a loose white top on as he stands up, walking out of his room and downstairs as the sound of the rooster dissipates like being burnt away by the sunrise.
By Fantasy Text10 months ago in Fiction
Natures Return
The Sound off dead brittle grass fibres crunching under heavy footsteps fills the open fields as a group off teenagers carry large plastic containers full of water, their faces covered by scarfs as dust clouds rise and fall around them. One of the teenagers collapses in the searing heat dropping his container off water as it tumbles down the valley edge, “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” he screams out as he watches the container disappear into the valley. “Ben, what the hell is wrong with you we need that water to survive,” one of the female teenagers says angrily as she places her container down on the dusty floor, “I’m sorry Scarlett, I just can’t continue on it's too hot, I'm hungry and quite frankly exhausted.” Ben responds in a quite heavy tone, “We can rest here for a short time but we have to get going again soon” a taller broader man says, “I will go down and retrieve the container” as he begins walking carefully down the steep hill. “Be careful Garrett, shout if you need us” Scarlett says as she sits down staring at Ben.
By Fantasy Text10 months ago in Fiction
