The Sands of Borrowed Time Read Online Free

them.  The game was up, their time was over, and gates thundered down at each turn of the corridors producing a rush of dusty air that extinguished all the candles, the only remaining light.  Wisps of dark smoke rose from the executed flames, unseen in the perpetual darkness.  The remaining beings were lost forever, consumed by the nothingness, their screams echoing for eternity in the records of time.
     
                  Kyla awoke abruptly from her nightmare, hot sweat running down her back.  Her breathing was quick and shallow, her nerves on edge.  She slipped out of her blanket and walked outside, feeling a little better as the fresh mountain air filled her lungs.  She sighed as she saw Carla walk towards her.
                  From one nightmare to another, she thought apprehensively.
    “So Kyla, how are we today?  You're looking a bit pale, if you don't mind me saying,” Carla remarked as she looked down at Kyla’s youthful face, wondering why the boys found her so pretty. 
    Her vulnerability, she thought. Her feebleness shines out from that tormented mind; so obvious.  Yes, the guys like that, a damsel in distress, ready to be rescued for a good plucking.  Carla ran her hand through Kyla’s thick, blonde hair, pulling it between her fingers.  Kyla retracted with repulsion at her rough touch, squirming under that demented smile.
    “ Tired,” she quietly replied, not really in the mood to chat, especially with Carla.  She looked up into her eyes, their glassy gaze, dark and empty.
      The wicked witch of the prairies has come for a good sniff, looking on form for a good slanging; her eyes so dark and lonesome, her humanity bleached away for sure, her soul tired of this existence.  All that’s left for her to do in life is to destroy the will and hope of others.  Born to bitch, she has made it a form of art.
    “ Tired?  But why?  The day is so young and so are you,” Carla replied.  Kyla shrugged her shoulders, making it obvious that she wanted to be left alone.  “Come, tell me, what’s on your mind?” Carla continued, enjoying Kyla's sense of unease.
    That smile, like a predator ready to play with its prey, Kyla mused, but she'll get bitten herself if she keeps pushing.
    “Not shy, are we?” Carla teased scornfully, breaking out into an annoying cackle.
    It looks like I have no choice, let's play her fucking, twisted game. Kyla sighed.
    “I dream too much I suppose.  It interferes with any decent sleep,” Kyla replied, pretending to be timid as she looked south across the plains, avoiding Carla's eyes.
    “Tell me; dreams can be very informative.  They say they're the yearnings of an unsatisfied soul.”
    “Informative for sure, they are, although more the warnings from a wise soul than an unsatisfied one.”
    “And whose wise soul is that?  Not yours, for sure? Your experience of the world is still a little spark ready to be kindled, although I doubt the fire will climb high.”
    Carla caught Kyla’s eyes before focusing her attention on her small breasts, mocking them with a gloating sneer. 
    Not even a mouthful, never mind a handful.  The boys will be disappointed.  I’m beginning to feel sorry for them already.
    “For sure, these dreams are not coming from within me, but from a soul that rages fire from its breath.”
    “Oh really, and what does this wise old soul with bad breath have to say.”
    “That change is coming, and coming fast.”
    “He’s a bit behind the times, change came a while back, but he was right about it coming fast.”
    This is going to be tough, Kyla thought.
    “I saw a tall flower; bent, its petals falling to the ground.  A young, colourful flower was beginning to bloom in its place, slowly strangling the tall one until it withered away to dust,” Kyla stated, this time giving a subtle sneer, looking at Carla's sagging breasts, clocking a micro expression of unease from her as she blinked a little too hard.  Kyla gave a