Posted July 23rd, 2021 by rchallman
in The Universe
Black sand stretched for as far as the eye could see. It was so dark, it seemed like there was nothing under your feet, yet there was a shine to it as the bright moon shone above. The sand swallowed all sound. Not that anything, or anyone, was making any sounds on the expanse. It was so silent, yet almost there was a faint buzzing noise. But nobody was to seen on the vast dunes. Not even wind tried to whisper across the granules. Then something…breathed.
The sand itself seemed to hold its breath as it waited, wanting to know who came into its area of residence. The ground trembled. Sand shifted and slid and tumbled over each other. Sliding across each other’s back like liquid. It began to bulge and rise into the sky, casting shadows that never could be seen against the black sand. The bulging sand hissed and started to shriek.
A figure was forming from the now writhing sand, swirling chaotically around each other and grinding against each other, trying to find their place and figure out what was happening. Two large legs formed and the sand spiraled around, forming a torso, then expanding out to form the arms. Following it spun with a fury above the body and then a roar escaped and black sand sprayed everywhere, returning to their place among the pool of black.
A breath of air hit the sky. A little white cloud dissipated.
The shoulders shuddered and excess black grains rolled of the shoulders of the figure. As the grains fell away to reveal light black skin, almost matching the colored of wet charcoal. muscles rippling, and pulsing in arms, chest, back. Sleek black hair fell down motionless in the windless night, tumbling over the black muscles that tensed as fists were clenched. A snarl broke the silent night.
Jaw grinding and beads of sweat starting to rivet down the figure.
Eyes flashed opened, revealing two black pools swirling with malice and revenge. The black desert erupted in noise. Sand grains scraped against each other and shrieks and screams rose towards the moon. The moon almost seemed to be watching the scene that was happening on the black sands with sadness. But it could do nothing to stop what was unfolding, just had to watch.
From the sand, creatures broke through the surface of the sand, as if they had been waiting just under the surface for something to usher them up, to breathe in the night sky and give them a purpose. And that purpose had just hissed.
Their shrieks and cries broke the silence and peace fled. The figure had no reaction to the sand forming creature after creature behind him, beside him, in front of him. Some were winged, some had horns, some were hooved. They bellowed, kicked, and grunted. Black, smokey dust rose, shrouding the warm blue light of the moon. So many were coming forth that the dust was too much. The cloud became thicker and darker until a small beam held fast, touching a part of the sand, that part of the sea of dunes untouched. Until the sand belched and popped and a horned creature crawled out.
Where there was once silence, chaos had been born.
I am not sure how I felt about it. My husband has this scene from a song that I kind of based my inspiration for this off of and wanted to see if I could make a story from it. Let me know what you think! And any ideas or comments or suggestions, please throw my way! I'd love to hear as much feedback as I can. I am working on getting back into writing stories again. Thank you guys! :)
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