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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2024 3:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2024 6:49 pm
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Day # 5 Theme: Desert Oasis Time spent: 30 mins on the sketch and I think 30ish mins on the writing?
Water. When was the last time they had even a single drop? The moisture in their mouth had long since gone away, leaving the gritty feeling of dust and sand coating the tongue and grinding against the parched flesh. No, they hadn't even the strength of mind now to dwell upon such discomforts. Their feet dragged in the burning sands, though like the moisture in their mouth, the feeling in their lowest extremities had also long since gone. Despite that, they forced their deadened limbs forward on a mindless treck, only one command echoing in the silence of their thoughts. Forward. Keep moving forward. Keep going forward. Move. Survive. Live. Their eyes fixated on a singular point ahead of them. Something that had caught their attention from furthur back across the barren sands, and had held their gaze ever since. It glittered in the sun; a teasing dance of light captivating anyone who traveled this path. Even the tiniest breeze would ripple across its surface, making the light's reflection shiver wildly, it's already enticing dance shivering with vigor. Water. An oasis lay before them, still some distance away but yet seemingly larger than when first seen. They hoped it was, anyways. The fog of dehydration made it hard to track things. Distances. Sizes. Days. Reality. There was a real chance that this oasis that lie ahead was just a figment of one's imagination. A delusion, brought on by the body's need for moisture, feeling itself slipping closer towards it's own end. For the mind of a human was a funny thing, in that the flesh itself could create its own thoughts in one's brain against one's own will when in need. These strange sacks of flesh and chemicals, adapted over time to put one's own livelihood ahead of everything. Even one's own will. Maybe it was just pure instinct then, that currently drove them ever forward, despite the very real chance that their salvation was delusive. But that line of thinking was beyond them now. There was no hope left either way, after all. This oasis, delusion or real, was their last chance at survival.
Comments: I started a short story, didn't get the word count requirement so tried sketching something to go with it
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