A/N To keep from any confusion the desert part I'm talking about Antartica in this story since it is considered a desert and if you don't believe me google it.
This beautiful desert seems to want me dead in the most cruel ways imaginable. If when I died I was given the choice between hell and here I would already be on the doorsteps of the underworld, because not even hell could be as atrocious. At first I thought it would be a wonderful and enlightening experience to be here, yes it would be cold but it would be a trip to remember, that is what I said before I came here. I wasn't wrong. No matter how hard I might try I know I will never be able to get the bloody horrors of this place out of my head. My colleagues and I were supposed to stay together, to study the frozen desert and learn of the frozen secrets of the land. But we learned shit we shouldn't have out here. Each of their souls were torn out of their bodies by this waste land, and I may be next.
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Random Flash Fiction
De TodoHeres some random flash fiction I write because why not. Use if you want as prompts or just read just credit if you do decided to publish. Also warning, I barely edit these so theres bound to be some mistakes.
