Short Story Within the inauspicious sands of the great desert nothing was safe. The sand swallowed up lost lovers, street urchins that had pockets filled with stolen coin, armies lead by blind leaders, and foolish children that strayed to far from home. Merchants seeking riches and missionaries of forgotten gods, all wound up with the same end. Kings of greed and unwavering men all begged for a quicker end. In the desert of sand bursting with great treasure only those who no longer fear death can walk through with a smile and a clean slate. Armies’ regularly dies hear while trying to march through to an enemy’s territory. Instead of dying to them they tend to die to the hands of the sun. Merchants commonly seeking riches wonder through …show more content…
He had rugged ashy hair and sapphire eyes. His left leg walks with the slightest limp from an injury so long ago. Bachir’s mind was lost to the though of love. His heart earned for a girl named Victoria. Victoria was a more weathier woman than most merchants. She had Bachir’s heart under lock and key. Nothing would stop his path to be able to afford the ring she deserves. Than his mind of thought was broken by the sound of a man shouting two words. “Sand Storm” The roaring wind caked the men with yellow sand. Camels went blind and stopped all movement. The merchants were forced to sit it out. Expensive silk was swept away with the daggers of sand. Fancy wind fallen on the ground shattering. The red liquid soaking up in the sand leaving no trace of its existence in this ungrateful world. Men’s screams of anguish and pleas to god could not be heard. Only fallen angels could her their last …show more content…
Thinking that they can be together in the land of the dead she picked up a knife and followed her heart to where Bachir slept. “Nothing happened lamp,” Bachir shouted but before he finished his sentence he heard Shepherd scream from the next room up. Looks like someone did not want to pay for his or her rent. If only Shepherd had a spine this building wont be falling apart.” Bachir looked at the lamp with a curious smile. If you’re a powerful lamp kill all those who Shepherded hates. Your wish has been done Your new wish is my command Down to one wishes That night death came to many doors. Shepherd lost everything when his father died to the hands of a riot. He viewed the nobility for having their riches blind them, instead of handling the people. That night many people within the town never woke