The Dream by: Giralltehway667
I was dropped in an empty, dark room. In the corner, a Mother and her child appeared, the Mother crying and grasping her child tightly. A dark figure leaned over her and hissed in tongues. The Mother paused, and then let out a blood-curtling scream that echoed against the walls. She was suffering. I let out a small yelp, causing the dark figure to turn and look at me. The dark figure had a blood-red face, half of which was burnt into a charcoal color. His one look filled me with horrors, and my body felt like it was on fire.
I awoke, screaming, and ran to my infants room, held her close, and never let her go.
- Title: The Dream
- Artist: Goa Neko
- Description: Short, short story. Any advice?
- Date: 08/27/2011
- Tags: dream
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