When John stumbled out of the desert he crossed a strange strip of what appeared to be roadway – but it was like no roadway he had ever seen. Straight, with white stripes down the center, he seemed to lead to forever. What was it? Not cobblestone or dirt, and not even a hint of wagon or coach tracks on it.
Nancy
A barren landscape. A clearn expanse, the constellations are clear and all around you, like the magic they contain, like the power of the skies, space, the stars all combining. You forget yourself, the lack of hydration, and the time of day or season when staring straight up into it – the expanse.
Viva Portales
I am a desert without you.
My chest an arid, aching expanse.
No life, no safety.
Vulnerability.
I am a desert without you.
Just five more minutes, please?
Here comes the rain.
“Dessert is spelled with two S’s class. Desert with one. You might remember this by knowing that you always want two desserts but we’d only want one desert.”
I still remember the teacher telling us that. Why do we remember the simple things?
i had just discovered that we took a wrong turn,there was nothing to be heard apart from the sound of the roaring winds and lots of dust,the was no nature no green no tree,it looked like a god forsaken land and we had no idea what we were gona do with less than quarter of a survival chance,what do u do when ur lost in a godforsaken desert???
sheeessy
Otevřela okno a nadechla se čerstvého vzduchu. Vítr jí rozcuchal její dlouhé hnědé vlasy.
Sarah se otočila aby si udělala snídani. Ze židle na ni hleděl Alex.
“Co tu děláš?”
veru
an isolated piece of land with no trees n dried up or mostly no grass.where nothing can grow,with barely no or minimum rain,mostly found in the sahara
sheeessy
The undulating gusts of wind tore through the desert, pulling up sand as it went. You couldn’t see very far because of it. But of course, Alex continued onwards, determined to get to the oasis. He travelled what seemed like hours, his backside sore from the hours riding on the back of a camel, but eventually he made it, jumping down from the beast and savouring the pride that he now felt for persevering through the sandstorm rather than turning back.
Ian
Dry, dusty, Barren. But life is hidden within. Beautiful sometimes. Blooms in surprise.
Laura
dry, arid, vast, extremely scary, alone, golden sand, footprints, canteen, water, cactus, i think i’m supposed to be writing a story instead of random words, but i’ve never been in a desert, and i’m just trying to visualize and imagine
Taunia
I had always felt alone…always a little lost and a little deserted. I remember being scared, when I was little, that the sun would never come up and that I would never touch the sky. I use to have a reoccurring dream about being lost in the desert, a heavy myriad surrounding me.
The desert was dark and cold. What was out? Nothing. Just the cold wind howling. And sand blowing.
Marie Grace
She walked across the mental desert. As she lapped her eyes took in the barren land around her; her mind was empty. Her thoughts, fruitless. She was drawing a blank and her thoughts only circled around the lack of thoughts. She was getting no where, but her mind wouldn’t stop either. She was trapped.
there is cactus. lizards. a lot of sand. i see it mostly in moccorro. i dont know what this is, its hot. desert desert desert desert. lots of sand. it burns. it burns. it burns.
Caroline
I was there, walking with a girl and a camel with only half a canteen of water left for the rest of my journey. I looked at her from time to time. Her braid swayed in the desert wind and her lips fluttered as she thought of things to say. Her dress was long and it went down to her ankles. She would laugh every few minutes and her bright white teeth would show, as if to defy the harshness of the arid sand around us.
Addlington
in the desert stands the priestess
her fingers arched above her body, her arms drawn as if by a string to reach to the sky
starts shine and glimmer
the moon a bare crescent
she speaks words of intent
yummy, can’t leave it alone. favorite is icecream.
charline
Desert Rose.
It was a song that my dad used to play to me when I was young.
It was the song of my childhood.
And here I was, in the middle of a sandy wasteland
and all that was running in my head was
“Desert Rose.”
Just like me, alive in a dead wasteland.
Full of life when the terrain in front of me held none.
FreddieMercurySpawn.
The desert is a waste land and yet God had moses lead his people into the desert where he provided for them. While the desert is vast, God will always provide. Even in a seemingly lost place.
Rebecca
the three wise archeologists rode their camels through the parched desert mountain valley. They had no idea where they were, or where they were heading. They just rode and rode and rode. The sun finally set over the mountains and they stopped for the night. They finally looked at their map and realized they were lost.
j.renee
sand, lot’s of sand
rosie
Hand over hand, slowly crawling forward, nearly blind, skin red and cracked, he pulled himself along the dune. Not for any destination, heat had obliterated any sense of purpose or destiny, put merely because that action was, ultimately, all he had left.
Andrew
The landscape was barren, empty and dry. All he could see for miles was the firey sun illuminating mountainous dunes of desolate sand. The blistering heat assaulted him from every angle as he shielded his eyes from the sun’s intense glare. Patton was all alone in this vast desert with no map, water, food or shelter and his prospects were not looking good.
Nikki
Hot humid fun. One well full of water. Family vacation. A super long Road trod a hot dust filled desert
Mary
He was out of water. The well ran dry long ago. Many had warned him him it was fool hardy to even build a well where men went to die. But he tried anyway. Now he was out of water, out of luck, and out of hope.
Under the Gobi are buried a thousand dragon skeletons. Fires on the soles of my feet reclaim my soul: my hands nuzzle through the grains, knees sunk, nose inhaling the scent of burned memories and lost ancestors.
I looked around me, only to find that no one was near me. The normal hustle to get to work was gone. Everyone had disappeared. I wondered if it was a joke, but I couldn’t hear any giggle, anyone saying “Shh” or any rustle of plants or trees. Just the wind would reveal itself. I don’t know at what point I had gone crazy, but it felt like the wind had laughed at me, pitying me for all of my friend, strangers and enemies had deserted me. Every.Single.Person.
barren wasteland dry empty, whole, God lives there,you can find yourself there, because you must deal only with yourself , your thoughts, you.
Kathy Yeagle
It’s hot and dry but then again it could be cold and dry. There’s loads of sand, sandy, sandy sand. But up in the tundra, it’s cold with lots of snow, snowy snow.
JooLee Tan
It is dry. Visions blurry as we gaze through our squinted eyes. The wind blows the air into our lungs. A mirage.
Alisonly
This reminds me of the latest Sex and the city. I never really liked the image of deserts before seeing that movie. Okay this is dumb I know.
When John stumbled out of the desert he crossed a strange strip of what appeared to be roadway – but it was like no roadway he had ever seen. Straight, with white stripes down the center, he seemed to lead to forever. What was it? Not cobblestone or dirt, and not even a hint of wagon or coach tracks on it.
A barren landscape. A clearn expanse, the constellations are clear and all around you, like the magic they contain, like the power of the skies, space, the stars all combining. You forget yourself, the lack of hydration, and the time of day or season when staring straight up into it – the expanse.
I am a desert without you.
My chest an arid, aching expanse.
No life, no safety.
Vulnerability.
I am a desert without you.
Just five more minutes, please?
Here comes the rain.
i think
i’ve finished
wandering the
desert
now,
sorry i took
so long, darling
“Dessert is spelled with two S’s class. Desert with one. You might remember this by knowing that you always want two desserts but we’d only want one desert.”
I still remember the teacher telling us that. Why do we remember the simple things?
I was in the sandy desert it was really hot through the day but cold at night. I wished I was somewhere with more water as I was really thirsty.
desert is an ocean of sand. it is infinity on earth. it never ends. it gives you hope and the oasis. deserts live extremes in them
dry camel oasis sand vision
hallucination nomads thieves palm tree snake
i had just discovered that we took a wrong turn,there was nothing to be heard apart from the sound of the roaring winds and lots of dust,the was no nature no green no tree,it looked like a god forsaken land and we had no idea what we were gona do with less than quarter of a survival chance,what do u do when ur lost in a godforsaken desert???
Otevřela okno a nadechla se čerstvého vzduchu. Vítr jí rozcuchal její dlouhé hnědé vlasy.
Sarah se otočila aby si udělala snídani. Ze židle na ni hleděl Alex.
“Co tu děláš?”
an isolated piece of land with no trees n dried up or mostly no grass.where nothing can grow,with barely no or minimum rain,mostly found in the sahara
The undulating gusts of wind tore through the desert, pulling up sand as it went. You couldn’t see very far because of it. But of course, Alex continued onwards, determined to get to the oasis. He travelled what seemed like hours, his backside sore from the hours riding on the back of a camel, but eventually he made it, jumping down from the beast and savouring the pride that he now felt for persevering through the sandstorm rather than turning back.
Dry, dusty, Barren. But life is hidden within. Beautiful sometimes. Blooms in surprise.
dry, arid, vast, extremely scary, alone, golden sand, footprints, canteen, water, cactus, i think i’m supposed to be writing a story instead of random words, but i’ve never been in a desert, and i’m just trying to visualize and imagine
I had always felt alone…always a little lost and a little deserted. I remember being scared, when I was little, that the sun would never come up and that I would never touch the sky. I use to have a reoccurring dream about being lost in the desert, a heavy myriad surrounding me.
The desert was dark and cold. What was out? Nothing. Just the cold wind howling. And sand blowing.
She walked across the mental desert. As she lapped her eyes took in the barren land around her; her mind was empty. Her thoughts, fruitless. She was drawing a blank and her thoughts only circled around the lack of thoughts. She was getting no where, but her mind wouldn’t stop either. She was trapped.
there is cactus. lizards. a lot of sand. i see it mostly in moccorro. i dont know what this is, its hot. desert desert desert desert. lots of sand. it burns. it burns. it burns.
I was there, walking with a girl and a camel with only half a canteen of water left for the rest of my journey. I looked at her from time to time. Her braid swayed in the desert wind and her lips fluttered as she thought of things to say. Her dress was long and it went down to her ankles. She would laugh every few minutes and her bright white teeth would show, as if to defy the harshness of the arid sand around us.
in the desert stands the priestess
her fingers arched above her body, her arms drawn as if by a string to reach to the sky
starts shine and glimmer
the moon a bare crescent
she speaks words of intent
yummy, can’t leave it alone. favorite is icecream.
Desert Rose.
It was a song that my dad used to play to me when I was young.
It was the song of my childhood.
And here I was, in the middle of a sandy wasteland
and all that was running in my head was
“Desert Rose.”
Just like me, alive in a dead wasteland.
Full of life when the terrain in front of me held none.
The desert is a waste land and yet God had moses lead his people into the desert where he provided for them. While the desert is vast, God will always provide. Even in a seemingly lost place.
the three wise archeologists rode their camels through the parched desert mountain valley. They had no idea where they were, or where they were heading. They just rode and rode and rode. The sun finally set over the mountains and they stopped for the night. They finally looked at their map and realized they were lost.
sand, lot’s of sand
Hand over hand, slowly crawling forward, nearly blind, skin red and cracked, he pulled himself along the dune. Not for any destination, heat had obliterated any sense of purpose or destiny, put merely because that action was, ultimately, all he had left.
The landscape was barren, empty and dry. All he could see for miles was the firey sun illuminating mountainous dunes of desolate sand. The blistering heat assaulted him from every angle as he shielded his eyes from the sun’s intense glare. Patton was all alone in this vast desert with no map, water, food or shelter and his prospects were not looking good.
Hot humid fun. One well full of water. Family vacation. A super long Road trod a hot dust filled desert
He was out of water. The well ran dry long ago. Many had warned him him it was fool hardy to even build a well where men went to die. But he tried anyway. Now he was out of water, out of luck, and out of hope.
Under the Gobi are buried a thousand dragon skeletons. Fires on the soles of my feet reclaim my soul: my hands nuzzle through the grains, knees sunk, nose inhaling the scent of burned memories and lost ancestors.
I looked around me, only to find that no one was near me. The normal hustle to get to work was gone. Everyone had disappeared. I wondered if it was a joke, but I couldn’t hear any giggle, anyone saying “Shh” or any rustle of plants or trees. Just the wind would reveal itself. I don’t know at what point I had gone crazy, but it felt like the wind had laughed at me, pitying me for all of my friend, strangers and enemies had deserted me. Every.Single.Person.
barren wasteland dry empty, whole, God lives there,you can find yourself there, because you must deal only with yourself , your thoughts, you.
It’s hot and dry but then again it could be cold and dry. There’s loads of sand, sandy, sandy sand. But up in the tundra, it’s cold with lots of snow, snowy snow.
It is dry. Visions blurry as we gaze through our squinted eyes. The wind blows the air into our lungs. A mirage.
This reminds me of the latest Sex and the city. I never really liked the image of deserts before seeing that movie. Okay this is dumb I know.
Best part of the whole meal. Wouldn’t skip it. Sometimes I prefer taking it first : )