Romans & histoires Desert Places A Novel Of Terror

Kiera's POV "This place gives me the creeps." Tommy's voice carried across the desert wind as we surveyed our new home, a collection of weathered buildings scattered around what had once been a truck stop, now serving as a graveyard for broken-down motorcycles and broken-down dreams. Rusted Harleys and choppers stood like metal tombstones in the sand, their chrome dulled by decades of wind and neglect. "Good," I said, checking the sight lines from the main building to the perimeter. "Creepy means people stay away. Private means we can see trouble coming from miles off."

“Hurry up, bi*ches! The guests are waiting.’ * Lucien Lucien shook his head. They had been looking at the various villages and towns scattered in and around the deserts in Columbia. These places were too close to civilisation. Dmitri would never set up his infamous warehouses and torture chambers, his holding cells for trafficked women or any prisoner, close to the city. There must be another place. An idea was forming in his head. “Did you say desert?’ he barked. Tristan checked his recording. ‘I just have him saying something about deserts, And yes, souls. He mentioned souls.’ Schwartz, who had been rubbing his knuckles across his eyes, raised his exhausted-looking blonde head enthusiasti

The grains of sand, like tiny shards of glass, embedded themselves into his skin, while many clung to his face as he lay face down in it. Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Lucian slowly lifted his head, squinting against the blistering sunlight. The desert stretched out endlessly before him, a barren and desolate landscape devoid of any signs of life. The golden dunes undulated like waves in a sea of sand, and the silence of the desert was broken only by the occasional whisper of the wind, carrying with it the haunting echoes of his displacement. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and with a final gasp, his face sank back into the hot desert sand as darkness claimed him, offering a tem

My boots crunched over brittle twigs, none of them snapping underfoot—because the forest let me pass. That was the thing with cursed places. They always knew their own. I crouched low as the trees opened into a clearing—and I froze. The soil here was scorched, seared black like someone had poured acid over it. Bones jutted from the earth like broken spires. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Most of the larger ones were wolf. Some weren’t. In the center stood a single figure. Vyre. Her back was to me, long cloak trailing behind her like smoke. She was humming.

I followed it outside, across the cracked highway, until the city lights fell away behind me. The desert stretched ahead, silver under the clean light. In the distance, I saw movement—waves of shimmer rolling across the dunes like heat mirages. When I stepped closer, the air around me shifted. The sand glowed faintly, forming geometric shapes that vanished when I blinked. A pattern. The same lattice structure, but small—contained. He hadn’t died. He’d compressed himself. --- At dawn, I returned to the camp. Lena was waiting by the river, eyes red from sleeplessness. “You went out there again.”

I silently hope I never come across his path. I take the hand Hale holds out to me. “Let’s hope she has answers.” Gritting my teeth, my stomach plummets as the world dissolves around us. I will never come accustomed to this feeling. Once my feet touch solid ground, my eyes shoot open. It's exactly as I remember it, rust coloured sand covering the flat surface of the desert-scape. Turning around, there is no a single glimpse of habitation, dying trees slumped over in scattered places across the arid plains, no water in sight.

I ask my friend, who approaches the edge of the pool, holding the straps of her backpack. “No, never,” she admits. “Every book I read tells of this place being somewhere different.” “I’m shocked it hasn’t been destroyed.” Sire shoves his hands into his pockets, looking around at the desert behind us, at the lack of civilisation for miles. Hazel nods. “Me too.” I brush my hands against my thighs, anxious to get this over with. The bond won't snap into place until everything has been completed, yet this is still a terrifying experience.

He starts to channel his inner thoughts to mine and as he was transferring his memories to me, I was able to see the terrains of the second stage of hell. I can even feel the hot temperature and humidity of the air as the wind blows forming a sandstorm. Bones of different types of creatures were scattered all over the desert. Land mines and booby traps are all over the terrain. The second stage of hell is dangerous yet, it resembles the eastern hemisphere of the earth. As soon as I have the picture of our destination in my mind, I immediately opened the portal and we all jumped into it. We are all stunned to see that the place was deserted. There is no one in sight as if it was abandoned.

Turning the music off, I grab the lavender and put it in a tiny glass vase, and set it in the center of the long ebony black dining table. Walking out of the conjoined dining room and kitchen I grab my book, my water bottle, and a blanket. I set the water and blanket by the back door that leads to the porch, and the beach a little off, and head back to the kitchen with my book. Of human bondage, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book itself isn't bad, but from my point of view, it's terribly bland. I like more poetic works. But also a hint of darkness. The best example is the poem, In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, from his book The Black Riders and Other Lines. It has a sense of dystopia that I ca

The Forgotten's Shadows As the three continued, the golden expanse of the desert gave way to rocky terrain, with the horizon now punctuated by the shapes of jagged cliffs and ancient ruins. Every shadow seemed to reach for them, and the earth looked to be alive with a heavy, watching silence. They were bruised and cautious from the Whispering Oasis's toll, but as they went on, Zara felt a deeper pain. It was the unanswered questions between them as much as the creepy surroundings.