A wall of dust approaches over sand dunes
#hbp68 #vssfantasy #CrowCalls
When the storm struck, I found the only chance at survival lay with the Knavish Gangrel* who had already stolen my coin.
*vagabond
(Caught in a Dust Storm with the Enemy)
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#writingprompt #microfiction
Jeff and Gary, enemies since the infamous Lawn Flamingo Turf War, were stranded in a dust storm. “Hold my hand!” Jeff shouted. “Over my dead gnome!” Gary snapped, before a rogue tumbleweed sent them colliding. By the end, they shared a hug... and custody of a plastic flamingo. #hbp68
"Olga, you must send back portrait to motherland"
"Niet, i wait long time for cousin vlad to send this"
"Olga, us having half naked putin riding tiger will make American neighbours most uncomfortable"
"Boris, capitalist neighbour served me vegan cookies. We must fight back"
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Despite the powdery film besmirching them, my infrared goggles provided the clarity I needed. It was a nightmare outcome- I was caught in a dust storm with the enemy. Despite the grittiness swirling around me, I could see its waning heat signature just to my right. Carefully, I inched left.
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Eyes feeling gritty from the sudden dust storm that engulfed the small town, she ran her hand over them, only to find her beloved standing in front of her, his hand reaching for what she recognised as her father's samurai sword.
"Where did you—? How—" before darkness consumed her.
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Bombs exploded nearby.
“Land o' Goshen! Where are they?” raged the Captain.
The crew cowered. One brave soul squeaked: “Hard to tell, Sir!” Lights guttered but held in the haze.
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, he grumped, chomping on his cigar. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.
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Ferris nodded to the front screen, thick with space dust. "Hit a dust bomb," he said. "Stim?"
The others turned to look at the captain, just as she disconnected and kicked over to the manual guns.
"Let's light 'em up," she said, grinning. "Rick, move us away point five afer the first hit."
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Very literal take on the concept here
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"I should never have agreed to take a job in Oklahoma," I yelled. "I can't see shit!"
Somewhere hidden in the violent gusts of dirt, debris, and whatever else, I heard my target yell out, "You know, you probably shouldn't yell things out like that. It sort of dampens the fear factor, dude." #hbp68
Caught in a dust storm, just you and me and this lousy dust, with the enemy. The wind howls, the dust bites, the air smells, and on top of it, I have to worry about you. And because I'm the good guy, I have to get you to authorities before you die of a gunshot wound, to spill your guts.
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Once Johanna was out of the dust storm she began to look for the secret path towards salvation. She smirked as she heard it laugh and move closer, knowing that it had no idea they both had been cast out of heaven. #hbp68 #vss365
Caught in a cloud of debris with an enemy I'd stalked for more than seven centuries. The sand whipped about us, but it was his undead flesh that was being shredded into a putrid paste. I emptied my stomach and filled his chest with a silver stiletto. The thin blade broke and I let the bone handle fall to the ground. And that was that. The storm continued around me. I sat down and allowed my life to end.
Trying to keep it short today
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it came without warning
a roar so great
as to silence our own
we have become
each other’s shadow
in this hell
as you wait so do i
unflinching, ready
despite the burning on our faces
i see you more clearly
like this
than i ever have before
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A magical wind.
blisters searing in the desert sun marks days w/out water since the storm's relenting. this hellish trek made worse by his incessant presence—lurking, cursing, weeping for death. i'd oblige, but his footsteps disappear in the heat haze when his madness overwhelms my resolve
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2/2
“Jeremy? Jeremy?” She hates him, but right now, caught in the swirling desert, without sight, isolated, she needs him to be close. Needs him to not be the enemy, at least until the raging sand settles back to the ground. Then they can reengage. #hbp68
1/2 The way it started would, of course, turn out to be petty and largely forgotten by the time they could see each other again. She’s not sure she remembers now. All she knows is that she’s been buried in the air. Her mind is as blind as her current visibility. #hbp68
Earth is dying.
The last 5 humans board a time ship to find hope in the past.
Target 1982.
Launch.
Their capsule rocks and jolts with a shockwave.
Outside there's no life, only a sandstorm.
Shapes take form, alive.
Weapons ready.
The shapes imitate a human face.
Friend or foe?
#vss365 #hbp68
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Kim groaned, her every muscle tense with stress. "Of course I'd be stuck here with you," she grumbled.
"Thanks," I sarcastically retorted as I taped the windows, "the storm will subside and we can part ways forever."
"You sound almost sad about that," Kim teased, bringing red to my cheeks.
She ducked into the tent, glad for refuge, and stopped when their eyes met. He was the one she’d been surveilling.
Alone together, she could feel hatred #turning into something else.
A year later, she had a son who looked like him. A son who could never know she killed his father. #vss365 #hbp68
Writing prompt #hbp68
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#humor #satire #donjunior #trump #BlueCrew #democracy
March 27th, 2027, 1300-1735:
Adversary engaged approx. 20 miles NW from Felt, OK.
2 KIA, ~40 Defected.
Reporting indicates in course of dust storm adversary mistaken for friendly forces and cooperated with to find shelter at unnamed farmstead.
Upon discovery of mistake both forces mutinied.
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Amarula smirked at Bailey knowing the incoming base brawl. Outside of the base was a dust storm of infiltrators hunting for secrets.
"You gonna help or be pretty?" Bailey shouted.
"What's the magic word?" Amarula looked at her nails.
"Fuck you!"
"Nope."
"Please!"
"Now, is that so hard?" #hbp68
Surely this is just a bad dream. No way it's real..
In a horrid dust storm, middle of nowhere, with the ex? Ok. Which one of you put a hex on me? Swear to God!
I'm not even from here. Neither is he. It's a set up I do testify. I'm for sure finally losing my mind.
Pinch my skin. Wake me up.
#hbp68
The dust storm howled, drowning battle cries.
Steel slipped from our hands, lost to the grit.
Eyes met through the haze—enemy, yet human.
No victor, no borders, only sand and sky.
“Peace,” he cried. I nodded, breath strained.
For now, we fought the storm, not each other.
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Photo: A massive dust storm cloud (haboob) is close to enveloping a military camp as it rolls over Al Asad, Iraq, just before nightfall on April 27, 2005. Source: Arya Barznji M. Baghdad, Iraqi National Republian Guard Corps., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
Concept: Caught in a dust storm with the enemy. #hbp68
