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A Little Bit o Writing!

Here's a little bit of a story I just finished, but haven't edited yet. It's about how your nightmares come to life at night, and this group of people stops them from getting you. Yeah. Let me know what you think! :) I put two different little sections, yeah! Sorry if it's confusing, it's from the middle.


  “Your dreams are real,” Mr. M said. “They aren't dreams. The mind is a powerful tool and makes the 
things that happen in your head a reality. Every. Single. Night. Most of the time, that isn't a problem. Most dreams are good. But what about the nightmares? That's where we come in. We make sure your nightmares don't get you every night. We like to call ourselves The Dreamcatchers. Pretty catchy huh?” he grinned. I remember having no clue what he'd just said.




  


Right then a voice started talking in my ear.

“There's some free fallers at your four o clock.” Derek and I immediately started running towards them, pulling out the mini trampoline. Derek grabbed one end of the tramp and I grabbed the other. We both stared up into the sky where three people were indeed free falling, trying to figure out which one was going to hit first. Falling dreams are very common and I'd dealt with them quite a lot, so I was getting much better and knowing where they were going to fall. Luckily for us, people fall much slower in dreamland than they would in actual life because it was a nightmare after all, and falling slowly while staring at one's impending doom was much more scary.

He was almost here, his speed started picking up. BAM! He hit the tramp and flew back into the air. Seconds later he disappeared. Lindsay had explained to me that as soon as the free faller hit the tramp in dreamland, their body automatically jerked them awake in reality. That was why the people disappeared right after, they'd just woken up. I'd seen my sister do that in her sleep once and it'd scared the crap out of me. She'd just been laying there and then the next second she was flailing around and awake. It was nice to know now that someone in here had caught her.

Derek and I moved onto the second and third free faller, catching both of them successfully. Like the first faller, they disappeared as soon as they bounced into the air.
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  1. ChristineJuly 3, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    oh my gosh, love this little glimpse into your story! seriously, such a creative and fun storyline!

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