I Hate Sand Novels & Stories

What if I end up hating my old life? “Sandy, I'm sorry,” I started, lowering my guess. I didn't want to see her reaction to my next words because I knew it would crush her even more. “I'm sorry but I can't come back with you.” “What?” Sandy's light pitched voice quivered, showing her shock at my response. “I like it here.” I said firmly.

I watched the items as they came through. I picked up the items, glancing at the pain patches—Hello Kitty printed pain patches. Of course. A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Seriously, Farah? Even in the middle of this mess, she found a way to make things… cute. The small smirk faded as an old memory resurfaced. "That kid, Sandro… She's a curse on my life! I swear, she will end up killing all the people around here!" I clenched my jaw, feeling the echo of those words dig under my skin, heavier than the bruises from the fall.

Me looking like I’d been caught between a punch and a kiss. And the captions? Don’t even get me started. “Chemistry you can’t fake.” “The comeback of the century?” “When hate looks a little too much like love.” Yeah. Try drinking coffee with that shoved in your face every two seconds. I tossed my phone across the couch and muttered to myself, “God, I need a new life.” But the universe? The universe has a sick sense of humor. Because just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, the intercom buzzed.

“You cannot run from what is coming.” I turned my head slightly and shouted, my voice full of fear and anger. “Why are you doing this?” I asked. “What have I ever done to you? Why do you want to hurt me?” I could not understand why she hated me so much. Sandra laughed. The sound was sharp and strong, bouncing off the walls of the tunnel. “My father should not have let you live with us,” she said. “You destroyed our family!” I shook my head, anger and pain rising in me. “You are crazy!” I shouted. “If someone has destroyed a family, it is yours, not mine. Your father killed my father! Your family is the reason my life is ruined!”

“Maybe we don’t exist; maybe we are ghosts.” Visha’s eyes widened with fright. “We are not ghosts, right?” she asked IK in fright. “Of course not” Ik shot Sandra a warning glance. “Stop scaring Visha and Solomon, they won’t be able to sleep” Sandra smiled and raised her eyes to the sky but her smile soon vanished when there was no star up there to wink back at her. She rubbed her arms gently, driving away the chill that brought goosepimples to her skin. “I hate it when there are no stars” she said drily.

There was sand in every direction and no trace of life at all. The temperature was quite high during the day but not extremely so. 'It doesn't seem that the desertification is caused by the heat, maybe this is another peculiar area like Arolyac forest.' Lucinda noted in her mind as the landscape moved. In the end, the two weeks passed and they reached their destination. The carriage stopped and the coachman gestured to the students to jump down on the ground. "I can't proceed from here on, just climb that dune and you'll be greeted by the soldiers of the Royal dynasty."

We began the laborious walk out into the sand hills, the ground slipping away from beneath us, and the sand ranging from hot to burning. “The sands can grow so hot that they become glass,” the woman said. “See, look,” she picked up a piece juggling it from hand to hand to cool it, before passing it around. “The lighter the sand, the looser it is underfoot, and where you see these, you know that the sand has become very hot, and may still hold that heat.” “I think the soles of my boots are melting,” the younger man commented. “Very likely,” the woman agreed. “The sands can burn the skin so be wary.”

Nina slightly confirmed my thoughts with a nod and opened the box, and I saw a kind of sand there, but it was of a golden hue, a mix of silver and a soft purple hue, a mix of these three colors that made the sand iridescent. "Achilles, I need you to step back." Nina explained. My companion gave me another soft kiss and did as asked. Nina raised her hand, and the sand followed its course, enveloping me, and I felt a strange pain as the sand penetrated my skin, and gradually I could hear the sound of bones breaking, and I screamed.

I hate love, I hate love, I hate everything about men. Ada couldn’t feel her legs again; she only felt the white sand on her cheeks, as she wept with so much broken heart. She knew what this entails, nobody would believe her tale. Death was the only one who would.

I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face. “It’s uncle Cairo’s hand.” Upon hearing that I immediately stopped rubbing my face and forced my eyes open to look if it is really him. “Shit!” I screamed when the sands entered my eyes, I then realized that I was in front of the kids so I added, “of paper!” Oh gosh it stings.I need fresh water to rinse these damn sands. “It hurts!” I can feel my tears coming out from my eyes even though I can’t open it wide. “Fuck,” I heard Cairo muttered and then I felt myself elevate from the ground.