Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Prompt: Create a story with one syllable words

Bad Dreams

She had been out on a late night stroll to clear her mind.  Her sixth sense told her a man lurked and watched her.  Who it was and why? she did not know, but she felt the cold prick of the man's leer raise the hairs on the back of her neck.

Her wide eyes kept a look out for who it was that stalked her, her walk was more swift, but the night's lack of light did not help, nor did the lack of sound. She felt fear, and that fear made her heart race. 

She stopped. 

Under the night light on the street not far from where she stood, was the man who watched her dressed in black. He saw that she saw him, could sense her fear, but kept his eyes glued on her while he leaned on the light pole and he smoked. 

Who was he? what did he want? 

She was stuck, not sure of what to do. 

It was then she saw the man dressed in black raise his hand and then.... a loud bang.

There was pain, and then death. 

She woke with a start, her head drenched with sweat, the dream still fresh in her mind. What did it mean? It felt so real!

 She looked to the right to the man who slept next to her

It was just a dream.

Deep in his sleep, she did not want to wake him, but she crept next to him til she felt his warmth and his breathe sigh in and out as he dreamt his dreams. He stirred as she wrapped her arms around him, but he did not wake. Eyes closed and still in REM sleep, he wrapped his arms around her and whispered, I love you.

It was then that she found her calm, and ... sleep found her. But she was not afraid to go back to the dream world, to face what dreams would come. She was safe, safe in the arms of her love.

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