Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

There’s something odd about the land I standing on. No sand on the ground. Just cracks and heat weave. The sun temperature is one hundred degrees. No water in sight to keep me alive. I continue on walking and notice many statures of people with a frightening faces. I laughing and making silly faces too. Till the sun rays strike me with an visible flame. My body turns into stone. This must not be the sun we all seeing in the sky. It stay still but the pain burns. And I suffer. What is that alien doing to everybody. That poor guy soul is screaming. Looking like he saw a ghost. I can’t move my body. Even that lady must be piss off. You can tell her anger. And my cell phone a stone too. I can’t go on home. I trap in hell.