This is something I wrote a couple weeks ago. I'm not really sure where it fit because it is a narrative but its too short to be full story, also it doesn't really have a genre.. I guess. Also I'm trying to think of a better title, "Desert" is just too obvious.
Due to events unknown and undecided, a man unknown and undecided was stranded in the desert. How he got there, who he is, and why he’s there is irrelevant.
This man began to walk, searching for salvation. The warm sand shifted beneath his feet as the sun demanded the sweat glimmering on his skin. There was no shade, nothing but the hot rays, all aiming at him. His stomach growled at him unforgivably, questioning the reason for its hunger. He too pondered this reason. His throat became drier each time he swallowed, the saliva sticking to his palette. His body tired and started giving out; there was nothing else he could do to help himself, but to walk and pushed himself further. After an uncountable amount of delirious hours, he realized how close he came to reaching an undesirable end. The sun began to set behind the curved, undisturbed horizon, and he realized his desert just might exist inside the circumference of an hourglass. He even felt as if time was dripping away, each second plummeting to its end like a grain of sand. His heart let go of the last strands of hope. As the sun finally disappeared, he slumped on the ground, defeated. He ran his fingers through the grains of sand and began to relive his entire life; from the moment he was born to the moment he began his end. He remembered it all. The tough, the good, the pressing, the challenging, the thrilling, depressing, the enthralling, and the inspiring, it all led to the same outcome. He was alone, and he was finished.
