Dust Novels & Stories

Dynamite by BTS. "Gurl isn't this your jam," Rene yells. "It sure is!" I yell back and Rene takes my hand. "You better dance to Tye!" Rene yells at Tyrone. "He better! I better not catch you being idle!" Tye is still smiling. Yes! That's what I love, him smiling. I'm on the dancefloor dancing with my mom, cousin, and friends. It's like all my problems have disappeared completely. TYRONE

Dust particles danced in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, creating an ethereal ambiance. Eying a specific shelf covered in a thin layer of dust, Joseph couldn't resist the allure of exploration. His fingers traced the spines of neglected books, each one a silent witness to the passage of years. With a gentle pull, Joseph selected a dusty tome, feeling the weight of its untold stories in his hands.

The transition from "Data" to "Dust" was a physical agony that no simulation could have prepared them for. In the "Sovereign-Logic," a wound was a flickering red texture, a temporary drop in a "Health-Bar." Here, on the jagged coastline of the Dead Earth, Elara felt the raw, unbuffered scream of her own nerve endings. Every breath of the thin, freezing air felt like swallowing shards of glass. Her lungs, dormant for a millennium, burned with the desperate, rhythmic labor of staying alive.

She closes her eyes as another wave of tears seeps from her eyes. How could he… “You need to know. I have to tell you where the dust is,” she whispers, suddenly looking at me with sharp eyes. Moon Dust. “You mean Moon Dust, right?” I whisper. She nods, her heart thundering violently. “The Dust… it will lead you. Look Zaia, you need to leave, they are out - blood. The Dust – my old home, under the stairs. In the closet, at the back, there is a floorboard. Under there.” Her words become incoherent, and her eyes become glassy.

My ears feel like they’ve been stuffed with cotton soaked in gasoline and set on fire at the same time. Everything goes white, then gray, then a muddy brown that might be blood or dirt or both. I don’t know how long I lie there. Could be seconds. Could be minutes. Could be hours for all I know. Time doesn’t seem to work the same way anymore. The dust is as thick as fog, coating my lips, my eyes, the inside of my mouth until I can barely breathe without choking. It tastes like concrete and twisted metal and something that might be fire or fear.

He was not caught off guard this time. *Bang!* As soon as the fist connected, it shattered into dust. To be precise, dirt. The Aide snorted thinking things were over. *Swish!* Slight shifting in the dirt. The dust flooded his lungs and his body overall in the blink of an eye. His apertures were quickly filled with dust causing several blockages to form.

And with that warning in place, I raised the club above my head and sending it crashing into the windscreen, making it a spiderwebbed mess. I didn’t stop hitting until it was shattered, until it a shatter of pieces of glass over the seats and over the hood of the car. I exhaled deeply, feeling much more better, more calmer, although I would feel better with bourbon in my system. Tossing away the bent club, I jumped down the hood, brushing glass from my clothes. Seemed like Seth found his voice sometime during my rampage because his yell reached my ears as I turned in the direction of the elevator, eager to get to my apartment and get trashed off some bourbon

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.

He used to hate going back home the worst because that's when he really knows that he alone in the world. When he opened his apartment's door, he cursed and frowned when a musty and trashy smell hit his nostrils. He forgot to take out the trash and open the windows the last time he left home. He stood in the middle of the living room and let out a loud sigh. "How could I live in this state?" he mumbled, looking at all the food left on the table, the coffee stains on the sofa, the dirty laundry spread on the floor and unwashed dishes in the kitchen.