glacian

Can the Will of One Man Save

"A battered soul walks the desert alone. Through many days and man nights, the soul of one man traveled. He battled through rage, he battled through heat. The depths of his mind were coming undone. He was lost and abandoned, captive in the red and yellow land. The rags upon his shoulders and skin were dry and eventually gave in. elements of time alone tore at his frame and being. Eventually the man lost all conception of time and reality. With bone dry skin and a dusty face, he tried to lick his lips. For he was so very parched that not even saliva would wet his pallet. He would sure die out here. In the sharp and dry air. Allowing his every part rot and go to the scorpions and scavengers of the hellish place.
Before long his feet grew numb and started to bleed. His wounds were warm and filling with sand. As he tried to go on his knees fell as well. The lonesome man was losing his strength and endurance, as the harsh sun beat on his red and blistered face. He looked to the skies for only a moment. A moment that felt like an eternity. His blood in his veins was giving in and his heart began to cease. With his final croak of air in his lungs, he prayed. His prayer went out to some only forgotten god. One so false it was merely a desert mirage. From his foul lips came the plea for water. Something that could save his soul, and find him on the other side.
Little did the man know, to his own insanity, the drops of rain began to fall. They soothed his burning skin as it revitalized his being. Yet the heat had not lost its grip. Deep within the pools of his mind he was racing for something else, something more. Demons and horrors beyond imagination flashed before his vision. Everything that he didnt have within this sandy prison closed in. He reached out to feel the rain in the air; sure enough it was there. But the sky was blackened by the thoughts he had imagined. Upset that all was induced by his rage of the hot place.
His hands ground the sand as it turned to mud. Everything was wet and the heat was missing. Soon the sky seemed to fall down upon his back as his kneeling form began to lay prostrate from the pressure. The deadly heavens above were filled with his mind, as it oozed from his being like a jelly of refuse; blended and unneeded. The weight of the world above made him sink into the soggy slop. The water from above began to pool and flow, like flooding river breaking a dam. Soon the mud and sediment that he was drowning began to liquefy. He tasted the salt of the sea as he tried to swim to the surface of the murky place. The wish for water was granted, yet quite overblown. His hair and skin was soaked. His rags became weights as he struggled to stay afloat.
Then suddenly as the belligerent world stopped he floated still. Hoping that something would let him live. But from below came a tendril of darkness from the depths of the desert turned sea. It latched onto his body as more slithered over him. Slowly with fear, he was being pulled under. Creeping his way to the bottomless end, the man looked to the top and saw a new sun. Its image rippled and flickered from miles above. Everything was done now, the world had had its way. His wish was a wish and he was given it. Water was everywhere, in his lungs and in his stomach. Should he have realized that to journey through the abyss of a desert in search of water would only drown him in its depths. But really, can the will of one man save?"

I was awfully bored and just had to write something. Let me know what you think, i love critiscm. If you liked this i may start doing it more often!