Sticks and Stones

Dust

I look at the shelves only to see them dark and empty. The shelves point towards the only light in the room. I slowly walk up to the orb and look at it. People say to not look at bright lights directly, but I couldn't help myself. My hand drifts in the direction of the sphere, and for a brief second, I touch it. I look at my hand, and see it slowly fade into darkness.

I wake up in a dark room. I raise my arms, hoping I can see anything at all. Yet, the only thing that crosses my field of vision, is black. I push myself up off of the hard ground and stretch out my arms. I walk forward and prepare to feel a wall. After a few seconds, I feel a cold surface and smile to myself. I walk along the wall and feel around for an exit. My hands dip in as I feel a grainy, wooden door. I place my palm onto the handle. I close my eyes and hold in my breath as I open the door.

I slowly open my eyes as I gasp in shock. I see the outside of my room. I jump as the door closed behind me. I decide to do the smart thing and not look back slowly like a horror movie protagonist. I sit down on the soft carpet and try to remember how I got here. I sigh as my mind turns blank. I crawl to where the steps are. I listen closely for anyone, anyTHING and descend the steps. I hear nothing. I mentally prepare myself to look around the corner.
I yell out as I stand in an awkward fighting pose and see nothing. I lower my arms and scan the room for movement. I look around in the kitchen and see, surprise surprise, nothing. I look into the cabinets, into the fridge, and even poke around into the deep freezer. N O T H I N G.

I stand at the entrance to the house, hand on the doorknob, and try to look out of the window. Encrusted with dirt, it seems to be impossible to see anything. I walk outside and what I see send chills down my spine.
I walk out into the blistering heat, looking at the demolished town in front of me.

  The once green grass was replaced by a rust-colored soil. The stable houses were brought to the ground. And the once plentiful flora, was dead. I run around the ghost town, looking for anything still alive. My feet drag me to the town square. The once white castle-like building was destroyed. The brick path leading to the entrance was ripped from the earth. And the oak tree that had been there since the town was founded, was dead and rotten at my feet.

I fall to my knees while tears fill my eyes. I let the tears fall and see as the ground soaks up the much-needed water. I lift my hands to wipe the tears off of my cheeks when something stops me. I feel a cold metal on my back as I hear dirt shuffle behind me. I hear a monotone voice whisper into my ear, "Where is your bracelet love?"

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