Dust Novels & Stories

Westin put his hands up in the air, “Sorry. Didn’t mean it.” “That is strike one.” Aurora warned him and then turned back to Damien, “What is wrong with this dirt?” Damien didn’t seem to be affected by Westin’s sarcasm. He raised his hand a bit higher so the others could take a clearer look and explained, “This dirt is not from this area. Take a look at your surroundings. The forest only has moist black soil, and a fine textured loam. Yet the stuff that I have in my hand is different. It is sandier and rougher and if you look closely, it has a scarlet color to it.”

Helen shifted to block her path. “Why do you have dirt on your face?” Diana blinked. “What?” Helen stepped closer. “There.” She raised her hand and brushed her thumb lightly along Diana’s cheek. Dark residue smeared across her skin. Diana flinched as if burned. Helen held her thumb up in front of her face. “Explain.” Diana stared at the mark like it offended her. “Oh my God, it’s dust,” she scoffed. “Are you really interrogating me over dust?”

33: Missing but Not A loud sound of something being smashed can be heard in the four corners of the house because of Dustine. “WHY?!!” he asked with angst then looked at Jasper with bloodshot eyes. “Did you know about this all along?” Jasper was taken aback and chuckled a bit. If earlier he wasn’t in the mood then now, he is trying not to join Dustine with his range of emotions. “Relax, Dustine. Calm down. You’re scaring the kids.” He didn’t answer his question. Instead he said that for he notices that Aurora is

OLD DUST AND ASHES One day Smart remembered he once came about one of his father's write up about something he referred to as the inexistence existences, and the more directed him to a well kept dust, he thought it was going to be of help, they made many research about the dust, they got to discovered that the dust had a large property of bunt living things, stones,sands, and plants, and that finding eventually solidified the Late professor's write-ups, that there was truly a vanished world, and they began more researched that gave them a direction, and a special ai

Dusty Non-Flower frowned and muttered, and when he looked over there again, there was nothing, as if he had really just been blinded by his own eyes. Shaking his head with a smile, Dust Dye Non-Flower didn't bother with that much, and went to the main peak's dining hall to find a few more altars of good wine, and then went back to the square, Tactile Hitomi saw that he came back with a few altars of wine in his arms, and smiled gently, "Oh? Back so soon?" At the end of his words, he saw some mud on his clothes, and frowned: "How did you get your clothes so dirty?"

Anything. Nothing.

Elaine's visual focus flickered to the woman, "you should run." Lisa's chin shook, her round lids growing wider. On skinny ankles and small feet, the petite woman turned on the white sand bare feet and began dashing for the hidden trail hidden beyond the manmade tree line. The man waited as Elaine carefully stalked his way, and when she was close enough, he leaned down and picked up a handful of sand, then threw it in Elaine's face, blinding her for a quick moment. The huntress hissed and turned her face away, while closing her sand filled eyes. The man released an aroused pant, and turned to run, only to come face to face with Dillon.

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

The pungent stench of rot hit Dannie as the dust-filled breeze ripped around her. She held up a hand to defend herself not only of the smell but the dust. It stung her eyes, making them water, and filled her nose and mouth with grit. When the breeze died Dannie lowered her hand and looked around. She wasn’t in her bedroom anymore but in a dull, red-hued landscape. If Dannie had to guess what Mars would look like this would be it.