bone_talk Jaspin A piece of bone lieing stark white in the sand, bleached by the harsh glare of the sun, tells a story. It says, "I was here, weary traveller, I was here. Drained of water and humanity. Kissed by the cruel rays of the sun. I was here. "I was here, searching for riches. I was here, seeking my glory and fame. Suffering every night in the cold wasteland to be awakened by flames. I was here. "I was here, when life left me, oh I was here. To watch the scavangers pick the last of me as I turned to dust. Oh yes, my friend, I was here. "And you will join me soon, if you seek what I sought. To be drained of water and let the sun kiss your skin with burning flames. "You will join me. You will become a feast for the scavangers and turn to dust. You will become a reminder of why this desert cannot be tamed. "You will become bone and be bleached by the sun to tell the story of how you were here." www.fictionpress.net Author name: Jaspin Demothenese 030521 ... god C'MOAN! 030523 ... mmmeerrr... my friends are better than yours! we dance better! and werev've got a pirate flag! oh get over it... your job is out the window ! 070319 what's it to you? who go blather from