A Sea Of Desolateness
The hot sun shined over the desert, baking the cracked ground, and the feeling was infinite. A man was trudging along the the hot sand dragging his limp, blistered body, and in his mind he felt like all was over. He was a tall, wiry man with golden, blonde hair and his name was Samuel Thomas. As he fought on through the overwhelming sun, he staggered and fell and got up many times but when he fell again, he didnt get up. He was giving up all hope of any survival. And as his body was strewn accross the sand, he stretched out his hand as a last attempt to move his almost lifeless body. As he thought to touch even more sand, he felt the touch of hope, for his hand felt a very small but refreshing pool of water. He pulled his restricting body up to where he could cup small sips of water until the last of it sank into the ground. After he drank he got his strength back, and was able to stand up again. He looked all around in hope of escape of that sea of desolateness. But even with his renewed strength, he didnt know where to go from there. He could either stay there and die, or travel on and maybe find safety or die trying. And ,of course, he chose to go on. After he had traveled awhile, the sun had already beaten through the renewed strength that he had received, not a short time ago. As he was blindly walking along, he fell and tried to lift his worn body up again but he had no strength to do it once more. He thought to himself " Surely not after all I have went through, I will not end it here!". So he began to crawl, he crawled and crawled and crawled until his hands were blistered and bleeding and his pants were worn to the skin. He could go on no more...
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