We Inspire Nations

The view atop was so awe-inspiring and hypnotizing that for a second I forgot about the swelling heat penetrating my skin. The sky above gave the impression of a bizarre mix of pallets-strokes of red and blue, at times interjoined to form a shade of violet and purple. The evenly spread veil of cloud did little in an attempt to imprison the blazing sphere of burning lava, if only slightly reducing the intensity of its blinding rays that illuminate the surroundings until dusk.

Sand dunes varying in shape and size scattered along the radius of many kilometers, and it awed me to think that this huge desert was formed when thousands of grains of sand united together. Yet it felt lonely, and there waa a scarcity of visible life in the desert. True to the word, you could descry a number of acacia trees along the horizon, their leaves serving as the only green bit within eye range. Insects and reptiles were not an exception, albeit they were hidden deep underneath layers of golden-brown, unwilling to show on the surface before sunset. It was silent, and the only audible sounds were that of the wind blowing the sand away, and that of the desert eagles chirping in the distance.

As dusk neared, the warmth was nonchalantly replaced by a pleasant breeze, and the fiery hues above made way  for a pitch-black, starry setting, the moon now lighting a vast expanse of lifeless wonder, and inviting the living organisms to emerge from their shelters and feed.

-Maryam Zeynalova.

The feeling of my heart pounding was as though of the rocks pulverizing against one another, the respiratory system behaving in a way as though I was to relinquish my final breath. The wind entered the cave, commencing onto my neck, spreading through the sweat that dripped from it, making my unyielding body shiver with distress. My companion approached me, gripping his old, feeble and tender hand over the stiff body I possessed. He was seen yet not heard as his panic stricken face dripped of sweat, his anxiety rising, his hands palpitating and his knees swaying in motion as though resembling a tower which is to break at any designated time. The mask remained on the table, the vapor being grasped by it, dripping over the cold and matte casing and collecting in a minisicular pool. The masked was grasped and worn, the feeling of coldness hauled onto me as the engine roared, possessing my feeling of affliction as I entered it to achieve what is a behemothic portion of my heart.

The mobile hastily sped past the streets of Gotham, The headlights and street lights glimmering under the dark moonlight, the snow as though raining down upon the mobile as hailstorm. The palpitation had wavered away, rage engulfed my anatomical system as the heat started to spread through my skull and visage as though a bomb being triggered and now accessible for demolition. The factory came into sight even from a distance away as my perseverance to end the clown's life increased. The dirt was being spread from the metallic door to the windshield that gave me an aspect of Gotham. The Factory was just a minor yards away when the locale fusilladed with flames. My heart, felt as though were to melt accompanying the outburst of flames, as though I no longer consisted of the ability to breath as I expelled from the car into the sudden breeze of coldness.

The wet, scathed and fray cape controlled my gliding, as it ferociously flapped through the wind. I rapidly paced on the white and cold surface. My heart was sinking, it could not control the inevitable emotion of the lost one, the focus remained on nothing than the task I apprehended onto me. The coldness of an exterior, the heat of the flames, the tears that remained in my eyes, ready for exposure and the release from the tear ducts could not be grasped as though Gotham's every structure were at the verge of cascading. Then sight came onto the snow that had absorbed the blood. The body remained in a languished state as I approached it. The vapor of his breath did not escape his dry and ripped mouth, did not condense in the darkness yet remained lifeless under my devitalizing arms. The tear that was constrained departed, sousing my warm flesh with it's liquid structure, dripping down onto the lifeless corpse, suffusing with the blood that escaped his flesh and leaving me alone, forever departed.

- Huraiz Mirza.