Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170228192627

The breeze brushed against my cheek, and forced past my defences into my mouth and nose. It started to howl, beginning as a low whisper and twisting into an angry scream across the land. The sun emerged from the clouds, like a killer from the curtain peering out at me. It baked my skin and bones as I gazed over what used to be a town, but now looked more like a desert. Sand blew into my bloodshot eyes as I looked up at the sky. It was bright and radiant, and it hurt to look at. I looked back down to the sand. I start to walk, and my feet hurt against the hot sand with every step.

'Pit pat. Pit pat.'

The wind was like a banshee now, unloading into my ears and around my body. I place my bloodied feet onto the sand once more.

'Pit pat. Pit pat.'

I stop and rest onto my knees, and dust blew along my shirt and under my skin. I saw an old playground, it's paint bleached and burned. Only one part of it was completely uncovered, a small swing set. On it was a man, no a boy. He must of been no more than 12.

“Pretty ain’t it?”

He asked while staring out into the city. I got upon my shaking legs and stood as the wind smashed into me, delivering gust after gust. He sighed.

“Did you hear me, or are you ignoring me?”

His voice sounded sweet, yet brittle. Listening made my bones ache, and my skin feel like nails were being driven into them. He let his feet off the sand and let the swing slowly go back and forth. Back and forth.

'Creek. Crick. Creek. Crick.'

I walked forward, listening to the chorus of the gods.

'Pit. Creek. Pat. Crick. Pit. Creek. Pat.'

My hands shot forwards, the blood in them boiling. I stepped forwards again, letting my skin shrivel under the light. And he looked at me. His eyes were a deep red, and throbbed when I stared deep into them. There was a deep black skin around them, littered with sand and residue. He set his unscuffed feet on the ground, abruptly stopping the creaking.

'Cree-'

We stood there eye to eye. The wind engulfed us, and the sun ripped through my cracked lips.

“It’s a real beauty.”

I grunted, my eyes unwavering. His dark lips curved into a grin. It made me want to retch. His lips again parted.

“What’s your name?”

I trembled now, nervous and scared. My gaze broke his, and his eyes burned into the back of my head. I fell again, to one knee and winced. I looked up and again met his cold, dead gaze.

“I don’t know.”

I managed to blurt, and some blood spit out. Some fell into the sandy sea, but most of it blew right back into my face. The wind stopped, puttering out to a low whine before fading into nothing. I winced again, feeling a sharp pain in my gut, and I looked to see more blood coating it. When I looked up he was gone, and I wearily stood up. I trampled onward listening to my feet once more.

'Pit pat. Pit pat.'

I looked back after a while, seeing the long dried bones of a boy sitting on the swingset.

'Pit.' 