Dusty streets under a hot noonday sun

Reckoner69_lmao
Reckoner69_lmao Posts: 1,000 Member
edited December 24 in Chit-Chat
A tumbleweed rolls in the distance

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  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    Not a person in sight, the only sound is the faint rattle of a rattlesnake...but where?
  • TwitchyMacGee
    TwitchyMacGee Posts: 3,120 Member
    A footfall
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    *looks around*
    ...where - he/she can't place it
  • Reckoner69_lmao
    Reckoner69_lmao Posts: 1,000 Member
    There's a creek on the outskirts of town. Sometimes horses drink from it, but sometimes it runs red, and nobody wants to touch it because nobody knows why.
  • TwitchyMacGee
    TwitchyMacGee Posts: 3,120 Member
    Bremony Billson has a hunch
  • lx1x
    lx1x Posts: 38,330 Member
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  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    Bremony looks at her note pad...wtf is going on?...
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    Bremony wonders what is wrong with the water? Why are the animals shunning it?
    ...and who crept into town?...
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    edited March 2020
    paging @iMago !
    (random excerpt)
    ignore from story line - lets call it "content management" or "ideas" (or something more clever)
  • TwitchyMacGee
    TwitchyMacGee Posts: 3,120 Member
    The geese fly low, but will not land
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    whats wrong with the water?
  • Reckoner69_lmao
    Reckoner69_lmao Posts: 1,000 Member
    It's a place that strangers visit, but never stay. The locals remain, but they hide their faces. Nobody remembers why it's like this, or when it became like this, but now it just is.
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    The fact that the geese are flying has Bremony alerted...
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    edited March 2020
    And vague memories of the quarantine start to come to Bremonys mind...its been so long
  • TwitchyMacGee
    TwitchyMacGee Posts: 3,120 Member
    It's a place that strangers visit, but never stay. The locals remain, but they hide their faces. Nobody remembers why it's like this, or when it became like this, but now it just is.
    hot
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  • _sw33tp3a_11
    _sw33tp3a_11 Posts: 4,692 Member
    OH! Story time. Let me get my blankie
  • ZenDream
    ZenDream Posts: 208 Member
    He saw rain clouds gathered. He looked across the plain and knows it is today. Sees the riders, four then five. Someone will be dead.
  • OpheliaCooter
    OpheliaCooter Posts: 1,635 Member
    More and more tumbleweeds blow in along with white hot sandy air. The temperature keeps rising as any and all moisture is sucked from the earth. A long dark shadow appears suddenly as one of the larger tumbleweeds tumble away and a woman stands there in red leather. "Y'all look thirsty" she smirked.
  • TwitchyMacGee
    TwitchyMacGee Posts: 3,120 Member
    More and more tumbleweeds blow in along with white hot sandy air. The temperature keeps rising as any and all moisture is sucked from the earth. A long dark shadow appears suddenly as one of the larger tumbleweeds tumble away and a woman stands there in red leather. "Y'all look thirsty" she smirked.

    Ooooooo. Is the red water from her illegal tanning operation?
  • ZenDream
    ZenDream Posts: 208 Member
    I resolved to find answers so I approached the horses and asked one of them, "Why the long face?" He wouldnt answer but i noted despair in the horse's eyes, or if not despair, then something akin to him thinking in disbelief that some genius would try to interview a horse or think that horses had any idea as to why the water turned red. Although the horse was playing coy with the pretense of innocence, telepathically, he knew I was on to something. But what?
  • TwitchyMacGee
    TwitchyMacGee Posts: 3,120 Member
    iMago wrote: »
    a dark clothed stranger steps out from a shadowed alley.

    he turns his menacing gaze upon a nearby stable boy

    With a hoarse voice, he whispers, "I got the horses in the back; horse tack is attached. My hat is matte black; i got the boots that's black to match."

    Brother wanna thank your mother for a butt like that.
  • Reckoner69_lmao
    Reckoner69_lmao Posts: 1,000 Member
    There's an old well behind the Five & Dime, probably shoulda been boarded up long ago, but there's nobody left to care. Nothin in it anymore but dust, cause the wishes ran out years ago. Sometimes there's a howl that comes out of it that sounds like somethin straight out of a Preacher's darkest sermon, but everybody tries to pretend it was just the wind.
  • tuddy315
    tuddy315 Posts: 11,640 Member
    Just then the sheriff rode up. "You boys in town lookin' for som'n in p'ticlar?"
  • Reckoner69_lmao
    Reckoner69_lmao Posts: 1,000 Member
    The Stranger rides in alone. As his quarter horse walks up main street, he feels the eyes of ghosts on him, but he pays them no mind. The air carries the scent of burned wood, and he feels the heat on his back once more. He rides past the cemetery, where ghouls shrink into shadows to avoid his gaze. Night will be here soon, but he rides for the dilapidated church at the south end of the small, dusty town.
  • OpheliaCooter
    OpheliaCooter Posts: 1,635 Member
    Rain clouds form just as the townsfolk thought they'd perish from the heat. One closes thier eyes and spreads their palms towards the sky beckoning. A single drop hits thier face and they smile as everyone else starts to scream not realizing that the sky is raining blood. They drop to their knees screaming but no one can save them now. This is the price you pay.
  • Reckoner69_lmao
    Reckoner69_lmao Posts: 1,000 Member
    Some say the devil lives here. Nobody argues.
  • ZenDream
    ZenDream Posts: 208 Member
    The church. Dilapidated and exhausted. Worn but comforting.. Once proud and bright, echoing the hopes and dreams of brighter days. It used to be a beacon of light But time spares no one and no thing casting shadows where none existed. The sun sets with shades of golden amber, promising the moon and it's cool guiding light. Transitions.
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