There
is a man …if you could call him a man who lives in a desert. It is a hot and
dry place, where not even the vultures can live. With every step each grain of
sand would feel like branding irons on your feet. The scorching heating could
thaw a frozen turkey in a matter of minutes. The heat could reach up to 140
degrees in the day and -20 degrees at night. It rains less than 3 times year,
it is a hazardous and cruel area.
In
the morning he travels in the desert wrapped up like a baby in black from head
to toe. Every morning he walks by himself enjoys the emptiness of the scene.
The man who could not be called a man had yellow and black fang like teeth,
black hair darker than a raven, his eyes are so black but you can still see the
emptiness in them, and his was so white that it is nearly silver. He is
extremely thin and isn’t right in the head. In the night he stands in front of
a full-length mirror, gaping in horror at his reflection. What he saw was no
longer the self he used to know, but instead a golem of a rotten flesh that
doesn’t belong to him anymore.
One
morning he was admiring the same scene he saw every day when there was a shiny
object in the far left horizon. He ran like a mad man to the mysterious object
thinking “what is this evil running my scene.” He reached the object and picked
up the mysterious object made of some type of yellow metal with two bony
fingers. It had delicate carvings of the word L –O-V-E; it hung from a metal
string. He thinks to himself wondering how it could get this far, he pondered
on different scenarios that could of happened to have this metal necklace get
this far away.
The
man adjusted the dark garment around his abdomen to make room for the necklace I
his en casual walked back to his home the size of a shed without flinching at
the heat. For hours after he returned home he admired the object, when he
finally got tired he hooked the chin together and put in down. When he put it
on the rotting female corpse he only uttered “complete.”
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