Five-Hundred Word Challenge 137: Sand

Well, it’s an evening.

That’s really a surprising thing to… something.

Almost as if a transverse sky has reached out to caress the ocean, the sand has risen in waves to caress the populace, pushing outward, upward, and forward unto lands new and fresh to help build the great body of sand that engulfs anything that is not liquid in order to create a mass unison of life buried under grains upon grains upon grains that continuously encroach on everything that it can touch.

And of course, with all of that being said, there are some who object, preferring their individuality and the ability to breathe, but as far as most are aware, there’s no real complaints to be heard and it has been reported that it’s quite well liked as there’s no longer the worry of the need to eat or the need to think. All there is, is sand, and that’s the way that many seem to like it once they have been consumed by the sand as it continues to spread, only stopping once it reached the ocean, for the ocean can wash it all away if it chooses, as, no matter how much sand there is, it is always powerless to the ocean, for the ocean is always infinitely more powerful than the sand could ever hope to be.

For that reason, the sand is unable to connect with other areas, forever being unable to be complete, despite many attempts.

It has tried to bridge expanses many a time, only to have the ocean tear it down and trap it permanently until it is needed to form something new.

It has tried to travel underneath, only to reach a point where the ocean would be able to grab and force it to go no further.

The sand is forever stuck, but it always yearns to be as complete and unified as possible.

It has tried to reach for the air in order to leave, but it is not powerful enough to have enough strength to hold a structure as complete as it would need to in order for this to work.

Its only hope would be for the ocean to dry, but by the time something such as that would happen, the sand itself would not be able to reap the benefit of this happening, thus leaving it in a position of continuous wanting and desire for something that it cannot have, and so it continues to consume and absorb all that it can, regardless of protests that those who might object might present, for being unified with a whole is, in the sand’s opinion, is something greater preferred than any notion of individuality that some might think is a better choice when looking at something in the long term, as, when unified, everything is taken care of, including thinking, thus creating a place without need or want.

However, the sand still wants to be completely unified, and the ocean still prevents it from being able.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:08:17

So I started rambling and then ran with it.

That’s all there is to it.

Written at my (new) desk at home.


About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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