Imagine a desert: This can be a real desert you know, one you've seen in pictures, or a pure fantasy. Describe fully.
I'm seeing sand...dunes reaching up indifferently, as if uncaring whether they touch the clouds or not. Silent, burning, ominous desert, taking what it will, denying nothing.
In this desert, there is a cube. How big is the cube? What color? What texture? What is it made of (if you can tell)? Is it solid or hollow (if you know)? How far is it from you? Is it sitting flat on the sand, or in some other position? Describe fully.
A gleaming cube stands mindlessly. Shining silver, reflecting the sun in all directions, blinding me, piercing my minds eye. Annoyingly solid it stands, partially buried , perched dangerously on one unseen corner.
Now, in the desert, there is also a ladder. What's the ladder made of? Where is it (in relation to the cube)? Approximately how many rungs does it have -- many, several, a few? Describe fully.
A wooden ladder lies beside the cube, slanted on a dune but not yet buried in sand. It seems to have just fallen from some great hight. Twenty-seven rungs, spaced impossibly far apart as if denying me the ability to climb...where?
In the desert there is also a horse. What kind of horse it it? What color? Where is it? What is it doing? Does it have on a saddle or bridle, or not? If so, what kind? Describe fully.
A numb whinney pierces the dry air, and a purple horse drags itself into view. A birdle sags in it's mouth and reins hang loosely, drooping to the ground, the horse too weak to bring it's narrow head up to look me in the eyes.
Somewhere in the desert is a storm. What kind of storm is this? Where do you see it? And does it affect the cuve, the ladder, and the horse, or not? If so, how? Describe fully.
A storm off in the distance rumbles threateningly. The sky darkens near the horizon, but it frightens no one. Not the dunes, the uncaring cube, the jeering ladder nor the dying horse seem to notice.
And finally, in this desert there are flower. Where are the flowers? Are there many, or a few? What color, what kind? Describe fully.
Roses, black roses sprout weekly from the sand surrounding the precariously perched cube. They alone seek the storm and it's life-giving tears. Yet the cube is indifferent to their yearning, hiding their frail leaves and petals from the darkening clouds. Suddenly a wrathful bolt of lightning, furious at the cube's silence, strikes it's gleaming surface. I can feel the charge, the heat, and my eyes burn. Then, the cube falls, smashing the roses and denying them relief. The horse falls dead without a sound, and the storm rages on.