Prose

The Lost

written by: Daniel91

A little boy is walking through the vast American desert. He's kicking the rocks as he walks through the blistering heat. He stops and sees something shine of in the distance. Like all little boys he gets excited over a shiny object, he runs to see what it is. He gets to it and sees what it is, it's a hatchet inside of a human skull.
The boy is transfixed at the sight of the skeleton, he has never seen anything like it before. He takes a squat by it, "Oh Gosh it's so hot." He thought to himself slowly. Slowly was a word to describe a slug on steroids. It was so hot, the devil would have a bead of sweat in this hell. The boy took the hatchet out, he stared at the metal as it shined in the sun.
He tossed it aside and he set the skeleton up. The skeleton was about the size of an adult male, the boy stared at it. "Hello there my name is..., What is yours?".
The skeleton just stared at the boy with the empty eyes. The boy asked again."Mr. What is you name? It's rude not to answer." The skeleton just stared at boy, the jaw fell open. It was like it was laughing at a complete stranger. How rude of this skeleton to laugh at this poor boy who just wanted a friend. This poor boy who was clearly thirsty and hungry. "Mr. What is your name? If you don't answer I'll cut you up!"
The boy stared at the skeleton with fear but he knew he had to be brave; as he stared at the skeleton it smirked and he listened to the skelton laugh, such a hideousl laugh. The Boy took the hatchet and started to chop up the skeleton. Blood hit the boys face with the first blow, more blows that hit the more blood hit the boy. Finally the boy is out of breath and he stops, he whispers "I told you so". The boy begins to walk away..

I wanted a Edgar Allen Poe feel here