IN THE DESERT, was an old village, brick long since gone worn, cracks spiderwebbing outwards, threatening to break apart, and expose a hole to the elements.
Fabrics strewn along worn clothesline, color long since faded. There used to be people living there, the houses and huts, thriving with life, shouts and animals. But, overtime , the village lost its oasis, and with it, animals and people struggled to survive, one by one, they packed their belongings and braved out travelling across the desert, in the hopes to find a new home and start over anew. Some chose to stay, as long as they possibly could but eventually food sources ran out and forced them to move too. Some already died from starvation.
A Grecian army soon to ascend upon the village for treasure and slaves. Very soon, all that remained was a village, empty of life. All that remained were the old buildings and remains left behind. But if you listened closely late at night, you coukd hear distinctively hear the voices of ghosts and whistle of the wind pass through. Clack, clack, of the wooden windchimes against the brick. The village remains abandoned, and left to the sands of time.
End of Abandoned Desert Town
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