Original Short Story Battle

Taking a Nap I am not kidding myself am I? What a strange sight. Desert for miles as far as the eye can see. My lips are dry and chapped, there is not a plant in sight. Where am I? It’s hot! The sun is blinding! Where’s mom and dad? What am I doing here? There’s an empty notebook in my sack along with one pen. Ay! I must organize my thoughts. All I remember, the last of what I remember. I was at home, in my room doing homework and watching the news. It was raining outside. The rain precipitated from the heavens like a fierce dragon throwing fiery spit balls at houses. As we saw on the news, the querulous storm lashed at certain houses, its tornados engulfing entire houses and families and taking them away forever. The storm took a propensity for these houses. More resiliently built houses stayed alive while only the sleazy houses, housing equally sleazy families were taken away by God. It was a marvelous sight. By that time, it was 7:30 in the evening and I had grown tired. The sounds of raindrops lead me to take a spot on my comfortable bed. Ah, but just with intent of taking a short nap only. I had wanted to finish my homework. The ambient sound of raindrops and wind moving about outside was very relaxing, every few drops splattering against the window pane and making a delightful “plot” sound. And then I recall I wanted more than a nap. “Spare the rod and spoil the child! I hate homework anyway” I said to myself regarding the homework. And I let my brain rest, let all the muscles relax in my body, and let the rain do the work. I was asleep. And here I am in the desert. It’s blazing hot. I try to stand, but the sand burns my feet greatly. My face burns immensely, having the blisters to show for it. Damn the sun for its heat! The grains of sand pile up so high than any search for groundwater yields these heaps and heaps of sand. Endless heaps of sand. Sand goes far as miles deep into the ground. The sand is harassing me. “What are you looking at?” I said with snarky attitude. “It’s no wonder water doesn’t like you”. “Where is my family?” I keep asking myself loudly, as if the sand was hiding the answer from me. And then an idea came to me. I’m dreaming! Of course, I’m only dreaming! Only these kinds of things happen in dreams! Pinch me, I’m dreaming! And so I pinched myself, but I was disappointed. The pinch hurt, but not only hurt, it hurt like hell. The sunburn on my skin hurt just as immensely as my pus filled blister. “Oh quit teasing me, I’m dreaming!” I angrily yelled out. Nobody responded. A gust of wind deposited sand grains in my eyes. I eventually came to a conclusion: I need to get out of here in order to survive. I took the backpack along with the notebook and pen and just started walking. I walked and walked and treaded and slugged for a few hours until I noticed the occurrence of a bright light in the distance. Was that perhaps light from the sun bouncing off of buildings? Buildings? Civilization? Could it be true? I almost felt certain this was true until I remembered I almost felt sure that I was dreaming a few hours ago. Maybe there isn’t a city ahead. I went ahead to write this detail in my journal. But I discovered all the pages were blank, just as if I had never written in it in the first place. Except for one page though, where it said “Welcome to Hell, I hope you had a nice nap. Signed, The Devil.” I realized I had died. I could not help but to wonder where the rest of my family is. Maybe I would still be with my family if I hadn’t put my homework aside. All I know now is that I’m stuck in Hell, and I’m not getting out.