Bogleech.com"s 2015 Horror Write-off:
" Desert nights "
Submitted by Jac R.B. (JacobGuy)
My journey goes far through the desert. The golden sand beating harshly against all inhabitants. Worry not for me, for I am well equipped with my shawl and sun running goggles.
They say there is wisdom in the dunes, for those who wish to pursue it.
I've spent many a year searching, I have gone for so long I no longer have a name. All friends and family have given up on me and yet I persist.
I approach the heart of the very sands themselves, in the mother desert at the center of the world.
Night falls, and I persist.
As I continue I spy a hunched figure on the highest dune, and I approach.
It was a measly thing.
An emaciated human like thing with the skull of a jackal.
It ate something black and slowly beating in its hands, its heart. The moonlight reflected off of its milky white, lidless eyes.
I stood over it, and it directed no attention to me.
I asked a question.
"Is it good?"
And it responded
"It is cold. And it is bitter. But I enjoy it. Because it is mine. And mine alone."
It continued its silent feast, and left me be.
I simply laid down on the dune and watched the stars.