Thread:SibunaSeason34/@comment-4816103-20141109200943/@comment-4816103-20141111011633

Here's what I have so far- (I need a little help with the ending of this, so if you have a better idea, go ahead and add it)

I was in a rocky wasteland, or at least, that’s what it first seemed to be. The sky was full of swirling purple clouds, except for one small opening that revealed the largest full moon I’d ever seen. Under my feet was flat and cracked black rock. I picked up a stone out of curiosity, but when I squeezed it, it turned to dust and floated away in the wind. There were also giant rock formations, jagged and tall, cutting into the otherwise smooth and perfect violet background.

Everything was eerily quiet. The only noise were my footsteps and the soft howl of the wind. And it was cold- but not the regular kind of cold. It was the kind of deep, tingling chill that a person feels when they are frightened by something.

I suppose I was frightened. But I’m not sure what it was that scared me. Maybe it was just the power of the unknown.

My walking continued until my feet nearly slipped out from under me. I looked down to see that the ground had suddenly stopped and underneath it was an endless drop into darkness. I backed away, until I almost slipped yet again. Suddenly, I was surrounded by the drop on all sides of me. I was on some sort of strange, black, floating island in a dark purple sky.

“Hello, my child,” A strange, male voice said. He sounded almost hypnotic. “And welcome to my dream world… come forward.”

 A strange power compelled me to do as he said, and I walked forward...just as the ground fell apart under my feet, and I fell into the emptiness.



Royle woke up from her dream, greeted by the sun streaming through the open window next to her bed. After the shadows in her dream, the light was a welcome, yet jarring, change. She yawned and got up, only trying to hurry after she realized that Michelle and Kelly were both gone. What time was it? It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that she was probably very late.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">To herself, she let out an annoyed quip.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Royle: It’s so nice to know they didn’t even try to get me up...bitches.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She rolled her eyes and got dressed, grabbed her books and head out the door. She tried to be fast, however, she was slowed down by thoughts about her dream. Normally, she’d shrug it off and forget about it. But it felt so real…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Being distracted and still half-asleep, Royle didn’t notice Clementine up ahead until she practically collided with her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The upperclassmen shot her a glance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Clementine: Hey, watch it! I’d rather not get run over today, thanks.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Royle: Jeez, sorry. I didn’t actually run into you, you know. Chill out.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Clementine: Yeah, whatever. I have to get to class. Where’s Morishige?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Royle: Do I look like I know? I don’t even know who that is.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Clementine rolled her eyes and walked off to go find her friend. Royle rolled her eyes as well and walked off to her class, making it just before the bell. She deliberately sat away from the other five students she was boarding with, as her own small way to show her anger towards them for not waking her up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But they probably didn’t notice, and it probably didn’t matter anyways. She should have been glad for the extra sleep- she always wanted to sleep, probably even more than a teenager should.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Class started, and she struggled to keep herself awake while taking notes. But who cared about these notes anyways? <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">It’s just Math...I’d rather eat a rock. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">With that, Royle decided to stop trying to pay attention, and went back to sleep. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">