/lit/ - Literature

Gonna probably be living in my car soon, this sucks bros

Okay I know this sucks so tell me how to improve it pls


I awoke ‘neath an overtaking sun. I reached for the knife laying on the hot red ground. The sky was blue and barren in way of cloud and no thing proved a manifestation of kindness for miles of this dry, flat, red, blood red land.

There was nothing to consider about that now. I saw a wild buffalo and 3 horsemen appear from seemingly nothing. The three men rode between us. Following this rather rude interruption they vanished and with them something like a piece of my soul taken too, I oddly felt. I stood there for a few moments, motionless, in a futile wait for that cloud of dust to dissipate and elucidate the still presence of that wild majestic.

I thought of the riders. I thought I saw the back most one grinning with his hand holding a clutched round bag. Secured by a beautiful white rope. Oh the braids of individually delicate yarn. I pictured it in some part of my mind. And it occupied the whole theater for some time.

I walked and I walked and I thought I’m thirsty and I thought I just couldn’t take it anymore. I saw a town in the distance. It looked like a large dragon and I was feeling a dreadful, heavy feeling in my stomach. I wished I was dead. I approach the entrance to the walled city. A river encircles it.

The buffalo appeared again this time running and jumping into the water below. He was struggling to stay afloat and