Under the heat of the desert sun
Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2002 10:27 am
[Scene] - Desert setting. Midnight, the cold errie calmness of the Rubar Desert fills the sky. One lone man is seen on the horizon, stalking forwards in no true direction. His appearance is rugged... as if he has been wandering for weeks.. at closer inspection you see his lips parting to speak...
"Cursed woman... " the man repeats under his breath over and over until his mouth is dry and his lips chap. His eys flash with the brilliance of hate. Alone in this desert, this man has found his moment. His clarity. He will kill her, she will bleed before him.
Flash back, three days before.
[Scene] A couple is shown walking along a deck of a cruise ship, the setting sun illuminates the water creating a very mellow yet bright effect. The couple comes to a stop halfway down the boat, resting against the rails... the woman turns to the man who's face is hiden behind the glare of the water...
(Woman) "I cant do this anymore."
(Man) "...."
(Woman) "No... I wont do this anymore, I am backing out"
(Man)" Its to late, you have no choice"
(Woman) *As she breaks free from his hand and cautiusly steps bacK* "NO! I am leaving... and doing it now!
[The woman retreats hastefully past other cruise goers who look on her and the man with slight interest, thier little argument has created a bit of a stir. A large burly man approaches the now alone man, the burly man appears rather angry]
(Burly Man) "It is time... ready?"
(Man) "Always..."
[Scene] - Flash back to the desert, the lone man is staggering about... It seems another few days have passed... in closer inspection his mouth still moves... but no words come out. His face is drier then before, and his legs thinner. A dying man.
(Damnit, I lost it... had a good story here but lost it... damnit... alright coming back soon to this thread with a Short Story for my wanna be comic)
thug..
p.s. if anyone wants to revamp, add on, twist, create whatever with this then be my guest.
"Cursed woman... " the man repeats under his breath over and over until his mouth is dry and his lips chap. His eys flash with the brilliance of hate. Alone in this desert, this man has found his moment. His clarity. He will kill her, she will bleed before him.
Flash back, three days before.
[Scene] A couple is shown walking along a deck of a cruise ship, the setting sun illuminates the water creating a very mellow yet bright effect. The couple comes to a stop halfway down the boat, resting against the rails... the woman turns to the man who's face is hiden behind the glare of the water...
(Woman) "I cant do this anymore."
(Man) "...."
(Woman) "No... I wont do this anymore, I am backing out"
(Man)" Its to late, you have no choice"
(Woman) *As she breaks free from his hand and cautiusly steps bacK* "NO! I am leaving... and doing it now!
[The woman retreats hastefully past other cruise goers who look on her and the man with slight interest, thier little argument has created a bit of a stir. A large burly man approaches the now alone man, the burly man appears rather angry]
(Burly Man) "It is time... ready?"
(Man) "Always..."
[Scene] - Flash back to the desert, the lone man is staggering about... It seems another few days have passed... in closer inspection his mouth still moves... but no words come out. His face is drier then before, and his legs thinner. A dying man.
(Damnit, I lost it... had a good story here but lost it... damnit... alright coming back soon to this thread with a Short Story for my wanna be comic)
thug..
p.s. if anyone wants to revamp, add on, twist, create whatever with this then be my guest.