DJalbino

           The sound of engines drowned out any other sounds as the wind passed her face. Hair whipping behind and sometimes hitting her in the face as she watched the horizon pass by. Her stomach was twisting with each length the car pulled forward across the Sahara-like land. She placed her right arm on the side of the jeep-like car and her chin followed shortly after. She could fell the drumbeats of her heart pound in her chest and throughout the rest of her body echoed it. She inhaled, closing her eyes at the same moment, and slowly exhaled.        Australia was not what she had envisioned. Many described as a wasteland, often calling i

        She stared at the guitar from across the room, wincing in pain, holding her hands over her ears. The sound was unbearable. It was on its stand, sitting, unmoving. It screeched at her, causing her to sit further forward on her chair. The red – almost maroon – bass guitar stared at her, unwavering. She knew everything about the guitar. Every curve, every paint scratch. How many broken strings it had gone through.        She breathed out heavily, exasperated by the noise. The rich red seemed to burn brightly through the dimly lit room. She had painted it herself. She had created that guitar from the ground up. She knew how

The room was busy. Bustling more than usual. The tan ceilings were high, allowing the noise to bounce around. Echo from end to end, throughout the normally calm environment. This boring, old-fashioned lounge, which portrayed the history of the 'groupies' that often were here, was home to a girl. She sat towards the end of the room, in an uncomfortable, however new, chair. Silently, she studied the room around, catching phrases of the surrounding conversations that she would never be a part of. "Oh. Surgeries will be a breeze." "How was your lecture?" "I've heard that is a nasty thing to go through." It was only parts of the whole conversation

The thunderous breathing echoed through the dark cavern, shaking the red rocked walls surrounding the tall man, who inched through the cave slowly and quietly. One foot in front of the other he walked to keep himself from being sensed by the monster that slept ahead. The breathing soon transformed into heavy snoring, causing the man to pause and glance around the walls to see the loose rocks fall and then be covered by the dust that was stirred from the ceiling. Little squeaks came from below the man as mice rushed to the other side of the path to try and hide from the noise being emitted from the large beast. The man began to move slowly onc