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Sand..

Day 2,761, 00:13 • Published in USA Ireland

• by HarliQuinn

Tormented. Haunted. Hallucinations of the fallen. Voices echoing in my head.
Fuck. The wind seems to be blowing in every damn direction possible. Feels like sandpaper. Why is there so much sand? Shit's everywhere. Great. It's in my socks. How the hell did it get in my socks? Gonna be a bitch walking back to base. I think I am in the right direction. It's not like there are many landmarks out here. Where did the bodies go? There were bodies out here yesterday. Fucking sand. Oh God..am I walking over people?

Jesus get your shit together.

I don't even know who's left out here. My commander..well..former commander..haven't seen him lately. Shit, hope he's ok. He had his shit together. Good guy. I have felt lost though, since he stepped down. He was the guy to turn to when you needed something. He'll always be my commander.

Damn why do things change? Why are we fighting? No one gets out alive anyways...can't we just live in peace until then? No. Leave that thinking for the paper pushers in the fancy offices. Nice and cozy in their big fat leather chairs, while their fat asses turn into cottage cheese.

Where the hell are the airplanes? Seriously? Did a fucking tornado pick me up and drop me somewhere? I ain't no Dorothy!
Woman...keep it together.

It's hot out here. No clouds in the sky. Sandpaper wind. Why would any one choose to be here? Ugh. I can feel it under my fingernails. The sand. So annoying. I feel like I am walking in circles. I swear the sun is never going to set. It seems to be stuck. Directly over my head. No way this burn is going to turn into a tan. Really? That's what I'm concerned about? Find base! Find a water source! I know this stuff!

My mind is playing tricks on me. I see some one in the distance. Fuck. A mirage? Am I watching myself walk aimlessly through this giant pile of sand? Should I yell? No. I don't want a sandpaper mouth. No fucking water to wash it down. Plus, maybe it's not a friendly. Hmm, they appear to be waving at me. I see a building. I see my flag. It's my commander. I'm home.

Comments

HeapSeppo Day 2,761, 00:21

Sand does that to you. It disorients you and tries it best to kill you. It will be a slow and painful death.

Snow on the other hand nurtures you. It will calm you down and seek to help you in the darkest of times. Should you have no power to go on it will embrace you. Absorb you into itself. Fast and painless.

ALL HAIL SNOW! o/

Satyre Reynes Day 2,761, 10:27

kudos for the Quentyn Martel reference (if it was one) but may you rot in hell for your evilish snow-propaganda pig-disgusting swineswede.

Hercules Mulligan Day 2,761, 00:25

ALL HAIL SNOW

Black Baroness Day 2,761, 04:22

ALL HAIL SNOW!

Tokihanatsu Shibou Day 2,761, 05:58

ORAORAORAORA

Nastoor Day 2,761, 05:59

Yes, all hail Jon Snow

HarliQuinn Day 2,761, 06:13

.........thanks guys.....

Ghost vet Day 2,761, 06:47

v+s
ΠΑΡΟΧΕΣ ΟΝ - Ghost Vet

http://www.erepublik.com/gr/article/-ghost-vet-2530355/1/20

Jimmy Cincinnati Day 2,761, 10:28

Through the sands of time, the written word has changed the course of history, inspired many to fight for their beliefs and most importantly...elevated mankind to a higher understanding of man's inhumanity.

Satyre Reynes Day 2,761, 10:28

"I can feel it under my fingernails. The sand. So annoying."

You shall not reject the sand. Embrace it. Between your fingernails and everywhere.