The Sound Of The Desert Novels & Stories

Worse was coming. I pushed back to my feet, stumbling toward the jagged shadows of boulders clustered near the base of a dune. Hide. I needed to hide. I pressed myself against the cool stone, forcing my breaths to come slow, shallow. I could hear them now, the distant growl of engines, the faint echo of howls riding the wind. My heart hammered harder. They were close. The roar of motorcycles grew louder, rolling like thunder over the desert. I crouched low, curling an arm around my stomach. My lips pressed tight to keep any sound from slipping out.

The desert sands were hot and the sun beamed down on them, but the yellow small grains under their feet held the tracks of the dirt bike, guiding them in the direction of the mysterious guy that they knew not much about. Following the faint whispers of the dirt bike, Lin and Hunter ventured into the vast expanse of the desert. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the dunes as they navigated through the shifting sands. As they moved forward, the she-wolf could not shake the feeling that they were entering into uncharted territory. Silence hung over them, only the noise of the wind blowing and the distant hum of the dirt bike rang out. With every passing moment, the tracks

They offer bits of knowledge into the desert's covered up treasures, indicating out the groups of stars that direct them at night and sharing stories of their precursors who once wandered these rises. "Each grain of sand incorporates a story," one of them says, his look settled on the forsake scene. "And each blast of wind carries the whispers of those who came some time recently to us." Birch's voice holds a sense of love. "The forsake could be a living testament to the entry of time." As the night falls, we settle around a campfire, the stars overhead casting a breathtaking show. The migrant individuals share their music, the frequenting melodies of woodwinds and drums filling the desert n

A loud voice boomed and I staggered on my feet, my butt nearly especially the throes of the ground. I shut my ears on an impulse because the voice was deafening and when I looked up I saw that the sky had brightened once more. But there was nothing before me. There was nothing to be exact. No buildings, no trees and no objects except that you could describe it as a desert. A strong gust of wind blew my skin and I momentarily wrapped my arms around my body to prevent myself from chilling to death. "Please help me love, please I need you to come over here." A loud scream sounded in the nearly empty environment and I spun around, my mind picking on the voice of the person. It sounded too famili

Armed with scavenged supplies and a burning determination, they set off towards the heart of the searing desert. The journey tested their physical and mental resilience. The relentless sun beat down mercilessly, draining their water supplies and blurring the lines between reality and mirage. Sandstorms, howling like enraged beasts, threatened to engulf them in their swirling fury. And at night, the silence was broken only by the unnerving cries of unknown creatures lurking in the shadows.

One by one, people moved around and then back to the place they started. The noise of the place was subtle. Though there were a lot of people in the space, it was calm and relaxed. The music that played was of one that kept the soothing atmosphere there and people somewhat subdued. Even with listening to the music, it wasn’t helping his mood. He was trying to relax again, and though he could see outside, that wasn’t helping. It only seemed to be her that calmed him down to a point.

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.

He joins me as we stand there and admire the water together. Jump. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Emory whispered. Jump. I say nothing as I’m drawn closer to the edge. Something within me switches and I can’t focus on anything but staring into the water as one thought continuously plays on repeat in my mind. Jump. Jump. Jump, Jump. Jump. My feet move on their own accord and they lose contact with the soft grass. A sharp and cold breeze envelops me as I fall deeper towards the pitch black waters, welcoming what’s to come.

Luna was mesmerized by the serenity of the desert, the silence broken only by the sound of the wind and the occasional bird. As the sun began to set, Luna decided to explore the dunes. She climbed to the top of the highest dune and was amazed by the breathtaking view. The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a golden glow across the sand, and the sky was painted with shades of orange, red, and purple.

But my fingers find nothing but air, the lingering heat. "No." "No," I whisper, voice shaking. My gaze trembles as I find that I'm alone again— alone for the thousandth time. "Don't go, mirage." "Mirage!" But my shout echoes into the skies. Go on. Do not forget the one who you walk for. My fingers tear through my hair. And I feel as if I'm slowly going crazy with the desert as I struggle to breathe. I taste the sand— feel it, everywhere against my body.