A stellar paragraph with a kick-ass title.


Helpless, Hopeless, Hapless, Madness

The wind howled, and the dust blew through the canyon to the point where he could see no more than ten feet in any direction. The sun was setting over the cliffs in the horizon. He couldn't see it, but he knew that he had precious little daylight left. Stumbling blindly about, he tried to find some sort of shelter before the night grew cold. They came with the onset of darkness, and the panic that he was trying to bury grew stronger and wilder with every stumble upon a loose rock, every shade that the dust grew darker with the coming night. Hungrily, in the shadows they gathered. Their long, thin, skeletal figures cast larger-than-life shadows on nearby cliff faces, but were only there long enough to be seen out of the corner of his eye. Exhaustion finally overcame him, and he collapsed in a dusty heap just as he began to hear their raspy, slithering approach. He tried to scream, but the noise that came out was wavering and feeble.







Short story by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2008-10-07 at 04:31

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Aurora
Hey, I think you need to cite your sources here! WHO helped write this awesome paragraph of doom?
2008-10-08