Over thee Mojave Desert it was a sun blazer scorching afternoon whence me (Owen) & Liam embarks on our quest to discover the legendary dry lake quicksand bed that connected an ancient river especially as the earth landscapes were indeed very different, all beautiful phenomenon which occurred on a evaporation that was caused bypass drought now claimed too be trap unwariness prey like a treacherous mirage; but even this one desert feature was a no mirage, though a perfection predatory lure reeling how human imagination would appear to be insatiable curiosity as a specially constructive surprises planning by Liam for me that afternoon as we both carried our water bottles in our hands quenching thirst’s wrath upon a very bleakness’s adventurous spirited trudge along thee amazingly golden towering hill mountains of the sand dunes never quite touched by exploration boots before until our imprints left behind a soft collapsing depression’s flailing like dust as both of our boots compressed to ankle deep making thee sandy itself pouring nonstop flooded our footwear with’s irritating sand in the boots & coincidently the socks on our feet sweating on overdrive scanning the horizon for signs of the elusive nature of quicksand.

Liam shouted out to me saying when slow paced exhaustion sets in motion “just a literal nightmare more further Owen & keep your eyes peeled for thee alien landscape that’ll surround’s the desert quicksand” & I reply back saying “well Liam, we will both know in particular if we’ve reached the dry quicksand spots because one of us will begin sinking is a vital clue”, drifting throughs our minds that all a thrill-seeking would prickle eventually at the back of our necks fulfilled with anticipation until… then I hear Liam say “this is it the ancient river bed of the prehistoric timeline” knowing by me that by moment now I’ll be the most unfortunate personhood only in history the worlds unlucky one sinking to be entrapment.

With every single one step was taken when the moisture levels in robbed by the storm surges heatwave causing fluid loss when all a sudden sweating uncontrollably caused as shift in temperature body odour as the breeze of late evening was cool enough after a long day freezing the deserts enigma, as thee golden sand has shifted beneath our boots causing a slightest bigger change’s in sinkage hearing those lost souls are faintly whispering of a oldest climate testament where hours pass whence my enthusiastically was began to wane especially a littles peculiarly sight caught our attention noticing a strange patch of a distantly horizons of where smoother land shimmered with a very differently type of sediment seeming to pulsate under the relentless sun intensity which I say wanting to rest upon a while to Liam “I’m hoping the quicksand is cold because I need to coolest down & rest” where Liam looks at me like subconsciously referencing with expression eyes are you being serious rightfulness now.

Declaration from Liam announced “there Owen!, this must be the greatest discovery” pointing where the inviting surface shimmery where my heart initially raced because me & Liam was actuality’s aware the bluff surroundings had been created by misleading the explorers into a false impression that result sinisterness’s beauty of eerie nature was proven unwanted attractions that why leading all intentions that quicksand whether sedimentary muddy or sand has otherwise plans for us a unwary observers resemblance prey that has been found to seek unwarranted salvation… this here is nature to challenge thee fragility of survival to thrive in existence.

Without any reasonable doubts I rushed towards the shimmering quicksand patch of smoothness’s in the Mojave Valley & without warning just after a short few error steps in something did indeed feel wrong & I say to Liam “the coldness was a pleasant surprise, though this feels unusually different” as my excitement was in my voice wavering slightly hearing him say back “I bet Owen, you’re loving the cold sensationalist, even though I stands on thee edge while you sink gradually into the quicksand”, so whence I looked down I couldn’t rethinking my own worded thoughtfulness as the one wholesome ground beneath me & Liam causes a littlest aptly sense rumbling ominously leaving all bizarre feeling what we had encountered in the desert heartland.

Suddenly I noticed that I was waist deep within seconds upon the first glimpse of the quicksand pit knowingly on I’ll be chest deeply shortish after whence Liam decide to take his own lifetime plunge into the cold mass shifting immense sporadically around us trying to swallow us into suffocation when the relentless grip intensified at each depth where limiter options are made runner unavailable especially looking at Liam with a mixture of emotions as well not trying to panic too be struggle only to leave a small determination that externally forces of friend rescue would commencement’s in all coordinated unison without any apparently altercation’s or any kindly consideration of miscalculation actions that would’ve been necessary where one shall forthright escapes ‘n’ the other buried under a single unfortunate circumstance aliveness.

Famous last words revealed by Liam “just hang on in there Owen & I’ll get us both out” as he generally shouted… though the sand of bellowing depression ring was slightly formed around our body showing were an indication that ecological factors of disturbance factors which means the sands collapsing nature was trying to fill the surface where mine & Liam’s body was found actually beings trapped re-levelling out balanced by a predator having a mind of its own knowing I’m chin deep feeling thee pressures against my body which didn’t seem right as help became hopeless igniting a teasing echoes from the distant world above me as Liam was still struggling to keep himself a float above the surface like I am now revealing two innocent lives could be lost forever without a trace.

As-forthright I have been fought against the ever-pulling hands of the sand felt though a camouflage creature was specialist design for this purpose in nature ordering a large predator enjoyments a thrill of its own quarry as us humans prey chased thee legendary phenomenon sands were each struggle was only seemingly met with a single object to which deeper than so embrace shall go as approaching near shoulder deepest especially as Liam was head deep gasping no longer chest deep only to upon his realise there was nothing more to stabilise himself for escapee’s expressing to me “I need to grasps something Owen!, but this quicksand won’t win not on my mind”, though quicksand allows non recognition of retriever from the cutches of thee enemy sand advancement’s.

References from me reminding oneself “don’t panicking” whence the sand readjusting around us & the way the slushiness sloshed was settling to resettle to drive magically illusion’s direction that’ll hypnotise or even make disorientation by feeding frightfulness off Liam’s own desperations, while feeding on my raising heartbeats sensing him saying to me “I’ve worn my socks for six days longer I would normally wear them for & I want you Owen too sniff them indulgence”, though the quicksand was in a playful beast pulsing more ‘n’ moreover around him than actually being around me & I saw that if Liam had continued to struggle his owner head would disappear from view as standing up in the quicksand sand wasn’t a reliable sourced technique of optional as this desert legendary was like a waterfall sucking us into a new world.

The Mojave Desert kingdoms quicksand wasn’t even letting Liam hold onto anything as he urged to me “if I cannot get out from the flailing trapping sands from collapsing, & there’s no socks sniffing for you nose senses of beauty” & I knew Liam’s ripe smelly socks where awaiting for me as the stench wouldn’t make me forget all about thee drama on the sinking side & for the afoul smellier side that allow Liam to let his white football socked feet to righteously take an opportunity whereupon independently play with my nose squinting hard firstly ‘n’ wriggling by a endless clenched secondly & smothering to increases the pungency odours thirdly… only to find out a wholesome littlest drifting realisation’s upon something thee quicksand was literally stopping this one eventful embraces from happening ideally as these whispers of the winds stated “no socks sniffing for you humans, only buried alive under my grasps for eternity, so loose your existence”, noticing that life was indeed all fragile as our breathing could be & would be cut off from & by zir predatory quicksand.

Determination willingness surges throughly Liam as he struggled with attempted sportiness rugby tackles in the quicksand to prize himself freedom, whence the teamwork sand grains has nonstop thrown no formally interest whatsoever letting me go yet as I had noticed that the ground was pulsating like a heartbeat pulling me to stumbling significantly faster into the maw of a predator worm; assumptions during the next painstaking thirty-four minutes Liam finally came out of the death pit of domination wiping all irritating sand from his pants taking the trophy of victorious lap to breathe before focusing on me again saying “wells that Owen was harder than the escape rather looked, but anyways I’m out here sat only awaiting you to be sniffing something gruesomely you’d know to love… my smelly white football socks covered in sweaty sands & aroma breakdown”, but he was slightly more likelier noticeable in watchable observations the way the dry quicksand now behaves worse with me being still trapped inside with no room for error for whatever reason happens next.

Famous last words reel in my ears hearing Liam say “don’t worry Owen!, I’ll be getting you out after a marvellously good sessions” because he had crouched over by leaning forwards to aim for the durable hiking boots tied up laces sat comfortably by the edge of thee quicksand pit knowing a little surprising twist was to proceed especially when I was about watching Liam unlace these’s hiking boots slowly starting with the left boot before readjusting the right boot tied up laces expressing with a playful smiley “Owen, I have a great plan” instantly knowing a newfound vigours was about to be released or shall I say betterment describe as unleashed.

Thence I curiously have watched Liam now pull off his sand filled hiking boots revealing a once white socks now a fortitude of aptly described as rancidness’s most beautifully remarkable off-whitish appearance’s in discolour yellowish-browns as his toe marksman bear the same daily unwashed non changes usage days later on while wearing to rewear these magnificent attire show how much sweat endured through the fabrics squinting them sat on thee hot laden sands playfully teasing me “just trusts me I’ll be distracting you for longer enough lengthwise time sharing with you all in the quicksand as I’ll be able to let you sniffing thee plain green socks on top of my white football socks, while bearing the brunt’s of the green pair soaked in delicate warmth highlighting my toes nicely interesting for absorption by the flesh shrouded in rich moistures” & while I focuses on Liam’s feet I hear “time for my aromatherapy to ignite your olfactory senses Owen”, so his layered socked feet were beginning to move closer ‘n’ closest to my nose ready for a experience of a lifetime gratitude.

With a screaming mischievously grin on one’s face, Liam brought the two layers socks together green & white or novelty to sport to my attention wiggling them enticingly saying “just enjoys the stink Owen where the socks are full of magic”, pressing the wet fabrics against my nose clenching firm because I couldn’t help but inhale proudest deeply letting the two scents enveloping to override my senses altogether before Liam shoved carefully his right socked foot into my mouth tasting his submission defeat as “Owen this is what defeats from my feet looks like whence you sniff them, taste them & be part of thee fouling smells my dear friend”, putting me off from the quicksand oblivions around me at this one very much precise moment.

My initial reactionary response was in sheer spites unbeknownst disbelievers whenever concerns arise about whether I was going to protest rightfully against Liam’s marvellously long performance in sock movements half laughing expressing to him “listen Liam!, I’m sinking too much deepest sympathy into the quicksand that I need rescuing from, so please come on” & what did Liam do next was he actually placed his right socked foot back straight into my mouth whence I was sitting idly by being sandwiched motionless between thee smelliest aromatherapy massage ever ‘n’ the sand encasing a sinkage of impending doom imminently sensing that’ll come to suffocation knowing all options of being buried alive are available seeking a audience beneath a barrier of disclosure.

Liam’s spokesman has said “just a fewer moreover sniffs with the green plain socks, then the ultimates challenge the whitish socks willingness come out to play with your nose”, which meanwhile a promise from him was made unlikely as he kept all teases glinted with dancing eyes with a delightfulness clench inside my mouth; but trying to focus on the quicksand sinkage ideal was out of the question because this one rarest event is a very seriousness for my own sake developmental process which has requirement’s as well as thee quicksand maybe a bits threatening to pull me under completely while normally acts sniffing Liam’s socks was the best thing I’ve ever done.

Persistence saw Liam continuing his playful style torment while a trying attempt from me firstly made attempting a standing motion upwards technique to ensure a quick elevation gain to escapes a sand grains, as my opponent had been able to slightest difficulty in pull me from the quicksand depths before the sands wanted to claim me as a goodness meal unable to survives or even defend myself against the enemy torrents of flailing sediment especially giving up holding a smaller white flag with unbelievable energy of laughing despite the absurdity of thee situation whence I inhaled the ranking stench of his own white socks that turned all sensory experience into a nightmare scenario for realism aspects flushing through panicking of my sinking fate back to chin deeper likewise where I was beforehand ensuring no matter progress Liam came to temporarily raise me slights higher wasn’t nor wasteful enough for keeping me entertained by his presence in wearable socks of teasing whispering.

Explanations from Liam “just focusing on the aromatic qualities of the off white sock that embedded your nose Owen, it’ll make you calmer” via those are word’s because these are longevity stories worn socks were made soo powerful after many or multiple days of wearing them as the stench was already absorbed me & Liam knew that however the quicksand relishes my one preoccupation whence he had pulls me further into the socks fabric anchored fix by clenching firm too squinting toes hard as any resistance would be impossible as hyper tension would cause me to befall to these stinkier socks & Liam reiterated “the needs more you Owen sniff them entirely the white socks, the moreover chances you will get them whispering like feed us, fuel our feet or lets us claimed your nose & your breathing, something like quite possibly” because all wasn’t confined in the Mojave Desert magic notion of the realm.

Momentarily to upon realises that the quicksand was winning the grasping hold onto me witnessing how much sand collapsed ‘n’ I was loosing consciousness when suffocation began shortly over the course distractions by the raucous laughter sounds made by Liam where the constant teases of his whitish football socks now shifted gear by tying his green socks around his foot sealable my nose completely against the one foot ‘n’ fabric material tightly so I couldn’t get away from the stenches no more than as emissions whatsoever because Liam says “now Owen, you’re sealed as my foot is tied up so the aroma now enters your owns nose & lingers to remember the sniffing challenge of this very important day” part knowing obviously that external rescuing pressure mounts on me as I’m mouth deeper inside would & was cumbersome especially when strength from a human is a testament of how he will finally pull me out from the relentless nature of the predator entrapment induced natural phenomenon.

After a few minutes of intense physical shortness’s activities on a smelly socked foot Liam untied the green socks now shifted aptly to understand I needed to be reduced promptly as the quicksand was buried beneath me as my hands began moving in every one direction & as I was about to go through under the sand of death in a shrouding darkness forever; Liam began yanking at my arms pulling a lightweight’s body out from the grounds depth stumbling backwards accidentally loosing grip on me & thee predatory trap had my hands only visible where’s he could expressing “Liam too Owen I’m not evens loosing you, I’m sincerely sorry” because air was quickly running out due to oxygenated deprivation before my head was visible once again & during the next twenty minutes of intense rescuing Liam managed to pulls me out from a deadliest defying expectations, not a experience to be honest knowing the wild adventures was close to imminent loss at this point because no matter how deep I was originally in the quicksand was always repeating the pull process increasing the vacuumed suction each time which made a difference when resisting the offer to be taken away while awake ‘n’ awareness.

So in conclusion when Liam dragged me well away from the one quicksand pit in the Mojave Desert kingdom a temporary retreats was in place for now anyways for my own goodness safety in zir protectionism, but a all unexpectedly surprises was on its way as the sand itself was huffing ‘n’ puffing like a wolf on the three little pigs story about how a fewer structures prevented thee mammal to prevail & the wholesome quicksand has its owning unironically narrative about thrashing thee sands like a giant monster purely angry wanting me as stranger back to finishing the nature’s quest for unlucky survival… & what happens next is certain unforeseen consequences when the quicksand elements seemingly endless possibilities to expand undetected destruction unable to see with the human eye drinking water being brought back to the world is what should be done or even once more me & Liam begin slowly but surely sinking back into the quicksand ready for round two.

To Be Continued…