The Infinite Desert: A Fictional Narrative

"She did not take the broad, beaten road which led to the far-off plantation at Valmonde. She walked across a deserted field, where the stubble bruised her tender feet, so delicately shod, and tore her thin gown to shreds. She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep, sluggish

believe the sleep deprivation and the beginning of the realization that she was a servant to her

It was a cold morning from which I had awoke. The ground was compacted from all of the slaves who had ambled upon this path, and was wet with the morning dew. I took a brief moment to massage my sores and I set off again, determined to escape this merciless place.

to the dead and she had asked her to speak to her dead babies and out

children. Her sacrifices helped to push the story of a family holding onto to who they were, and

She retraces the mountain of her ancestry every single day quietly. In the wind she can smell the scent of her ancestors made from crushed pale blue leaves of the mountain. The smell is coming from up the mountain side from which her ancestors descended from, where the mountain lion laid down and ate their deer. It is better to be where she once came from, where her ancestors came from, up on that mountain watching nature. The elderly that remember it once are all gone, the old songs of ancestors are forgotten, and the story where it all began died with its memory. The memory of the culture dances in the snow frost moonlight, swam in the freezing mountain water, went through the

She drifted. A wisp of vapor, soaring against an unknown breeze. She closed her jade stained eyes, taking in a deep breath, inhaling her deepest desire. She neither lived, nor settled a life in this particular place, but it was where her soul was currently bound to. Don't forget about the jade stained eyed girl, she is crucial to the story.

Bare, her footing was effortless, her senses were all that could guide her without the vision to see where she head.

The reader is also presented with details regarding a “slow walk” (1;6) and a shaky “side to side motion” when she took a stride forward. These initial characterizations could cultivate an example of perseverance when she is traveling over “hills” and “deep woods” (1;21) despite her age and an incompetent waddle.

thoughts of what she had left behind as she concentrated on what might lie ahead.  And for the boy, the

a.Her roots, human nature to stay where traumatic events occur, triumph, she was stained no place would be perfect

and a diary with a pen. At quarter to seven in the evening she stationed herself near a pavement and

But before she went to sleep, she looked at the sky where

The two walked, thinking. They stepped on the dry dirt and grasses that filled the valley they were in. Karma’s coat contrasted the golden as she plodded through mud, grass, dirt, and the occasional pond. Her normally patched legs, were covered in caked mud and her hooves were packed with it too. They were going in no particular direction, or on no particular path, they just walked.

I opened my door with a wave of my hand and walked out to the Desert Temple. The red sandstone statue surrounded the crystal warp pad and the door to our rooms. A pair of stone hands created a roof, protecting the warp pad from weather. Sand was piled up in the corners of the room The sun beat down on my grey-green hair tied up in a triangular bun. My thigh-high boots were covered in sand from last night's monster hunt.