This is another short story that I wrote for my series.
I scream and beg for mercy against the hot Sahara sun, for I was abandoned in the middle of this great desert. They just left me; they threw me out and left me here to die. No food, no water, no nothing except for the clothes on my back and a half melted Hershey bar in my pocket. All I can think about are my parents and how they must be scared to death looking for me. Oh and my boyfriend, Matt, who would always ask me the same question, "Do you have a BandAid?", and I would always reply, "Why?", when he would answer, "Because I just scraped my knee falling for you." These memories of my loved ones race through my mind as I slowly fall asleep under the intensely burning sky.
Amazing! I really like the idea for this. You really set the tone and theme for this scene. I thought that you really showed voice. It was a truly a great piece. Why did you write it on this topic?
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