Theiverisma
This is a serious story based upon many of my self beliefs, if you don't like it tell me you can criticize but do not read it if you despise it like I know some do. This was simply made upon my point of view and if you don't like it you don't have too read it. Oh yeah and if you want more of this story you'll have too wait still brainstorming "muahahah!"
Overhead the sun beat down upon Dante's messy black hair, as he walked and walked across the heat-infested dessert. Until finally, he collapsed on its dry, cracked floor, there he lay next to that five-foot shade producing cactus. Suddenly Dante began to cry in desperation of water, but before the tears could hit his tongue they had evaporated. Dante just lay still next to that green monster, until after a few minutes he began shaking, then he stood on his knees and pounded at the earth below him. Screaming at the ground in disgust as if it was some sort of cannibal trying to eat someone's child, tearing at it, nails filled with dirt. Until after his hands were swollen and red, he ceased his action, sat up and brushed his shirt of dirt. As if nothing he had just done affected him, he began thinking about the reason he was here and the many troubles he had come in contact with…