
Eli Creeley
Joined June 2021
5 stories
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Artist and Writer. Currently working on my first novel.
www.elicreeley.com
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Nahla
Scrub grass rattled like warning snakes. A howling gust forced the boy forward. His knees buckled as he breached the crest of the hill. He was thirsty. So thirsty, so thirsty. It made him delirious, and made the dips and crests of the sand look like an ocean that was tossing him. It was tossing him- and he fell forward, spitting out sand as the wind howled in his ears.
By Eli Creeley5 years ago in Fiction