Friday Stories

 Every Friday I'm going to post short stories, poems and, possibly, some extracts from my novel attempt. I warn you, I am not brilliant at this so if you have a weak stomach for crappy writing, move on now!

Also, I am rubbish at grammar and quite frankly don't care either! I write as I think regardless of the sense it makes. 
And I love exclamation marks.

blackness dropping on you with a roar 

as if you have no right to be here

to be alive

suffocating blackness

cloying foulness

enveloping all things

darkness bellowing out

ripping at your senses

all you can taste, see feel, smell and hear is dust

leaving you alone, blinding you

choking you

blistering your skin,

all you can hear is the dust,

all you can smell is the dust filling your nose

all alone, but surrounded by others

somewhere, maybe,

a touch, a hand,

takes yours, takes you away

darkness lightens

the thundering whimpers away
for now

references

EH Net The Dust Bowl

n depth ‘surviving the dust bowl

Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse

Dust Storm Disaster

(Also known as The Great Dust Storm)