Nothing like having a drink and feeling terrible about getting a fictional swan sentenced to death over murder to get my writing head going. (Aviary Attorney is a great game!) (previous)
Samuel followed the aim of Destin’s finger. The landscape appeared to mostly flatten out, but there was nothing but shimmering sand in sight all the way up to the horizon. ‘No, what do y–‘ A sudden realization made Samuel stop himself, inhaling sharply before starting over. ‘Weren’t you blind?’
Destin let his arm drop by his side. ‘Yes I… Well, it’s more of an impression than actual sight but I can definitely, for lack of a better word, see something there in the distance.’ Without struggling for balance, he turned to face Samuel. ‘And I can definitely see… something that represents you.’
‘I hope you realize how vague that all sounds.’ Samuel remarked. ‘Are you sure you didn’t hit your head on something just now?’
‘Are you sure you should be doubting me, considering the circumstances?’ As if it had been called upon, a gust of wind swept a fresh load of cooling air over the two. The shadows of the dunes continued growing, starting to consume nearly every inch of desert in sight. ‘I don’t know what it is I’m seeing, but we should at least get a move on. Not much else to aim for around here, now is there?’
I probably need fancy lines to separate fiction from blogging. Oh well. I’d continue this a tad further, but things would make too little sense without context. And I’m not really feeling it anymore anyway. What you read was a possible scene from a large, elaborate story I (still) intend on writing someday. “Super Ludus”, or whatever shitty name I’ll end up calling it. Consider this a sneak preview of the crazy shenanigans that’ll be unfolding in it.
Oh, and to not leave you on a cliffhanger: They find refuge in an “invisible” environment (which Destin saw) and continue on their merry way afterwards.