Series
Whispering Death (part 8)
The night had dragged out so slowly for Drina, her hands amply dealing out her tarot cards into a simple splay. It was another typical reading, making it harder for her to act neutral. Glancing towards the tent entrance, she hoped that someone would come to release her from her prison in hopes that she could head to the main event soon. Although she was anxious to perform in front of hundreds of people, she also felt insecure and timid. Never in her past had she done anything to the likes of what she was about to do tonight in front of another living being. Any time she had played with her powers in the past was when she had been alone and hidden from eyes to pry. Most of it was spent in the wild forest near her little village. Deep within the thicket, she had made a little hut where no one could find her. Stealing candles and incense, she would then commune with the spirits in hopes to appease them into leaving her be.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Revenge
This was it; this was the moment he had been waiting for his entire life. Sword barred and muscles poised to strike, he charged the enemy ahead. He cut down each and every foe, but one monster remained. A demon named Epehzial and he was more powerful than any monster Fidan had ever faced. Fidan laughed at Epehzial to taunt him, and Ephezial responded in kind.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
Random Musings of a Dead Man — Part 4
I played a prank on Dave the other day by putting salt in his coffee. Obviously, with me being dead there was no chance he would have known it was me but you should have seen the look of confusion on his face when he drank it and then started looking around his flat. I have not laughed this hard in over 200 years and I swear I nearly laughed my heart back into action. That would not have been pretty for Dave, I can assure you of that.
By Daniel Millington4 years ago in Fiction
The Sonance of the Shadow
“The first leg of their journey,” begins Sophie the Storyteller, “takes them across the range of mountains called The Variety and over the Ocean of the Forgotten. The two of them are on a tight schedule and must arrive at their destination before the moon and the sun come together else the endless round loses its rhythm. The consequences for humanity could be cataclysmic.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Sequence
The members of the dream study group began mulling about the dream presentation room. They were anxious and annoyed. Ernesto asked “When are we going to meet you Mr. or Miss. speaker? Cheyenne reached over and hooked her arm in his. He looked at her and raised one disheveled brow. She addressed the voice and asked, “Uh, yes. I want to know who you are. You know all about us. Our innermost thoughts by way of our dreams of course”. “I don’t care who you are! Now that everything's over” David chimed in, “When are we going to get paid? He walked over to Princess and when he reached for her, she scrambled to the other side of the room. Princess and Jason began whispering conspiratorially. Then they said, “Yeah, what’s up with the money?” Aiden started packing up his belongings shoveling them into his backpack. He slung it over his shoulder and said, “Email me when everything's processed.” Alexia asked if anyone wanted to exchange numbers. Marigold walked over to her and asked for her info. Alexia whispered, “Why is Cheyenne grabbing Ernesto like that. I thought you too were friends.” “Marigold shook her head, “We are friends. He won’t let anyone in …closer. Don’t you remember his dream?” “Just a minute, dreamers,” the voice from the dream study group spoke. Please remain still dreamers. To answer your question Ernesto have you ever seen Charlie's Angels? Perhaps that's before your time But I believe you were around when the two rebooted movies were made. We never got to meet Charlie, did we? But he was able to get the angels to accomplish the goals he had prepared for them. Hello, just call me Charlie.” Princess shouted, “I’m no angel, but I followed all your orders. And now it’s time for you to listen to us.” “Calm down, Miss Lovejoy. All of you, check your bank accounts. if you left a good bank account on file you should have already received your payment. However…” “Oh, I just got paid,” Cheyenne shouted. Everyone started checking their phones and woo hoo, oh yeah, yes, hallelujah, ay dios mio and various sounds of joy erupted throughout the room. The voice cleared its throat and continued “However, if you're interested in participating in a reality show entitled Dream On: The Live Show. I've left the contracts spelling out our proposal on the front table. The difference is that you will be seen all over America. The audience will vote on the best dreams. And at the end of the program, a dreamer will be sent home. The winner at the end will receive 100,000 dollars. Secondly, you have to complete your contracts before you leave today, and all participants have to report back two weeks from today. We will be conducting a Dream Sequence 2 dream study with eight new participants in the interim. We hope to have ten contestants in total. “I’m definitely signing the contract. Not quite sure if I can afford to travel back and forth though. I have to go back home to see my significant other.” Jason said with excitement. Cheyenne added, “I’m game too! There’s no one home for me but money is definitely an issue.” The voice from the speaker explained to them that all their travel accommodations and hotel reservations except for food toiletries, and clothing would be paid for in advance. “It’s in the contract. Everything is spelled out for you in the contract.” The voice said. Jason and Cheyenne dashed for the table with David following their lead. He looked over his shoulder and smiled when he noticed that Princess had rushed over too. “Good Luck, Beautiful Dreamers. I wish you well whichever decision you make. I hope I'll see you again then. Good day everyone and happy dreams.”
By Saja Bo Storm4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Sequence
Dream 8: The Man of My Dreams “On the first day of Christmas,” Princess stood on her beige Adirondack chair belting out her favorite Christmas tune. “My true love gave to me.” She outstretched her arms and waved an imaginary baton as if she was conducting a church choir. Everybody stared wide-eyed. Some of the members of the dream study group joined in as she ended the first chorus, “A partridge in a pear tree.” Princess tried to balance her body, which was hard to do on one prosthetic leg and a wounded arm from an explosion in the Iraq war. She had completed two tours of duty before the accident. They members of the sleep study group all stood and cheered as Princess hopped off her chair, wrapped her camo jacket around her waist, and danced around the room. David, Aiden, and Ernesto formed a circle and pranced around Princess as she waltzed and twirled in the center of the ring. Alexia and Marigold ran over and joined her in the center. Jason and Cheyenne remained seated but clapped to the beat of the lively, but traditional Christmas song. “Miss Lovejoy, the voice from the speaker spoke, do you sing in your sleep?” Princess immediately halted her performance and plopped down in her chair exhausted and embarrassed. She wrapped a throw accented with colorful nutcrackers around her shoulders and pulled her legs up in a bow. She pulled a juicy Bartlett pear out of her backpack and bit down hard sending juices in a trajectory, some of them spilling down on her chin. I have a pear tree in my backyard. If anyone needs a snack, feel free to help yourself. I brought some with me. They’re on the refreshment table in the back. Far healthier than a slice of chocolate cake. The group chuckled. She wiped her mouth and began her dream story. “Good day everyone, are you get ready for Christmas in summer?” She laughed. “In my dream, I was lounging at my kitchen table enjoying some Earl Grey iced tea and buttery, shortbread cookies. The doorbell rang and I pushed up out of my state of chill. It was the mailman. Harrison usually waited for me to retrieve the mail. We had been talking for three of the five years that he was my carrier. I recalled that I did most of the talking. He was a good listener. I watched him hop back in his truck, shrugged, grabbed the mail from out of the mailbox and took it back to the table. There were a few bills, junk mail, and a bright crimson envelope. With eyes wide, I opened it first. It was a Christmas card. How strange was that! A Christmas card in 90-degree weather. I flipped the card from side-to-side and front to back. There was no return address. Curious, I tore it open and read the inscription. It was mysteriously signed ‘the man of your dreams.’ Princess peered into the eyes of her companions. “I'm dreaming and I get a Christmas card from the man of my dreams. I wondered who could have sent the card. The signature was unrecognizable to me, and I hadn't had the company of a man for a couple of years now. I was a hard-working employee trying to use my ambition to get from salesclerk to manager, so I literally had no time for friends, family, significant others, boyfriends, girlfriends, frenemies… well, you get the picture.” “Ok, TMI, back to the dream people. I reexamined the card searching for clues. There was a snowy outside scene on the back. Billowy white snow and tree limbs covered completely with snow and icicles. On the front of a card there was a beautifully decorated house and three figures making snow angels. Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, and Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer. This Christmas card made me smile and feel warm inside. I still didn't know who ‘the man of my dreams’ could be. So, who are you Mr. Dreamy? I thought about the significant men in my life, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out who ‘the man of my dreams’ could be. For the next twelve days, I received gifts from ‘the man of my dreams.’ Each gift was a token of affection, which further touched my heart. The first gift was a large box of different flavored dark chocolate. There was raspberry, orange, mint, coconut, and peanut butter. As I sampled the flavors, I thought about Michael, the blues singer who was tall, lean but athletic. He was a chocolate delight. And I love dark chocolate. He sported a bald head and wore one gold stud. I don't think he ever took it off, but I'll never tell. The second gift was a lavender aromatic soy candle. I immediately lit the candle inhaling the deliciously soothing aroma. I thought about another candidate who smelled just as delicious as the candle. He could be Gabe. Gabe had bushy red hair and eyebrows that matched. He played Rugby from dawn to dusk. I wasn’t all that fond of rugby, I’m more of an NFL football fanatic. What we liked together was sushi and haiku. I still had his rugby green and white pull over in my hall closet. On the third day, I received a small black jewelry box. When I opened it, I yelled and jumped up for joy. It was a blueish purple, orange-red, gold shiny butterfly pin. I immediately opened the clasp and pinned it on my t shirt. Strange you say, but it was summertime and too hot for a sweater. On day four, I received a pink box which held a blue and white decorated can of hibiscus tea leaves that I immediately steamed. I could hardly wait a good four minutes. I think I brewed it for just two and a half and plopped in some crushed ice. I can’t forget about my tea drinking truck driver Raoul. His hair was shoulder length, and he was kind of stocky. Most of the weekends he was away. But when he was in town, we enjoyed spicy Indian food and old movies. On the fifth day, I received a plush stuffed Unicorn. I love stuffed animals and the unicorn is my spirit animal. On the sixth day, I received a pair of fuzzy socks. I immediately put them on because my feet are always cold… whether its summer, spring, falls, or winter. The socks were the color of the Jamaican flag and Kingsley came to mind. I'd met him on a cruise to the Bahamas. By some coincidence and serendipity, we rekindled our friendship when we ran across each other at a reggae festival the next summer. He cooked four straight months for me, and I enjoyed his jerk chicken, goat meat and fried plantains. I gained 15 pounds before I bid him adieu. On the seventh day, I received a bag of my favorite nuts, jumbo cashews, and a case of natural spring water on the eighth. I received a purple journal, a packet of thank you cards, and a fine tipped ink pen on the ninth, tenth and eleventh days respectively. I ran out of men I could equate my gifts too as well. It was now the last day and I still didn't know who ‘the man of my dreams’ was. So, I decided on the twelfth day to don my deerstalker after I received the copy of the e. e. cummings collected works of poetry. I was really confused. Whoever this person was this ‘man of my dreams,’ knew me from head to toe and inside and out. He could see into my very soul and figured out what gifts I would love. This dreamboat was the perfect man of my dreams. I thought about these men in my life, and I was determined to hunt for more clues. It didn’t matter that they were no longer men in my life or even that we parted, one of them could still be the man of my dreams. The doorbell rang and started me. I rushed to the door. The mailman, I barely remembered his name was an average height man medium build. He had a small close- cropped Afro, bushy eyebrows, a thin mustache in a wide grin. He had delivered another package and appeared to be eager to make a quick retreat. ‘Wait a minute,’ I said.’ He looked reluctant to turn around. ‘Is this package from you?’ The mailman’s gaze was suspiciously sheepish. ‘It was you! all this time. I clucked my tongue. ‘You sent me that Christmas card signed, the man of your dreams! Didn’t you?’ his shoulders slumped, and his brown have eyes met hers for the first time. I know quite a bit about little things and bigger things…your likes dislikes, career goals, etc. I hoped to be the man of your dreams. But trust me, I’m no stalker. I blushed and said, ‘You’ve been the perfect man for me, the man of my dreams but now I really need to step up to fulfill ‘the woman of your dreams’ position. I have been talking, talking, and talking and you’ve been listening, and I know nothing about your likes, dislikes, career goals, etc. I, from this day forward intend to make that up to you. Please, I don’t even know your whole name.’ My name is Simon Harrison. Simon, please come to dinner after your shift. I would love to hear everything about you. This ‘man of my dreams’ concept can’t work unless we reciprocate. I intend on making it happen…to be the true woman of your dreams.” Simon reached for her hand and kissed it softly, ‘I can hardly wait. It’s all I dream about.’
By Saja Bo Storm4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Sequence
Dream 7: The Creature from the Frozen Pond “Nobody freak out!” Alexia Knight cautioned. “Just relax. breathe in and breathe out. Before I begin, let me tell you that I actually had a nightmare last night. Calm down. Relax. You know that a nightmare is a frightening experience. It really is an unpleasant dream. So, it still qualifies right?” Alicia nodded up to the speaker. The voice from the speaker chimed, “Miss Knight, you are correct.” Alicia continued, we only have two more dreams to listen to you and since mine is a nightmare, I'm going to give you some ideas on how to relieve that panic you may experience from having a nightmare. You should do what I researched. It’s called the 4-7-8 breathing exercise.” Alicia clapped her hands together in an attempt to motivate the sleep study members. “Everybody stand. Come on, get up.” Alexia hopped up from her purple bean bag chair and directed the reluctant group. First, let your lip’s part. Make a whooshing sound, exhale completely through your mouth. The voice from the speaker interrupted, “Is this quite necessary, Miss Knight?” “It is. The dream is pretty eerie and creepy. “Alright, Miss Knight you have permission to continue.” “Thank you, uh Sir, madam speaker, sir. Next, close your lips, inhaling silently through your nose as you count to 4 in your head. Then, for 7 seconds, hold your breath. Now make another whooshing exhale from your mouth for 8 seconds. Let's do it again because some of you can't follow directions properly and the others of you just look completely dumbfounded, I've got another and better idea people. Just play some of your favorite music or do fifty pushups, Alexia laughed. Everybody can sit down. Here's my dream slash nightmare slash frightmare for your listening pleasure. In my dream, I was a little girl about ten or twelve and me and Rachel, my big sister and a large group of classmates and neighborhood pals were heading to the ice-skating rink. When we got there, it was so overcrowded that they wouldn't let us in. It could have also been that we were making a lot of noise. We seemed like an unruly crowd. “Let's go to Henry’s Ice Rink on Katine Avenue,” Michael said. “That skating rink has been closed for repairs for over a year now. we can't go there.’ One of Rachel's friends suggested that we go to the frozen pond by the old tobacco factory. A younger kid about my age said, ‘my mom and dad told me, and my sister not to ever go near that place.’ ‘That place is cursed!’ Charli screamed. George laughed, ‘You’re just scared because you can't skate. “Come on!” Rachel shouted, Stopped clowning. It’s getting close to dinner time. Let's go. It's daylight and no one is trying to scare us. No curse is going to get us. Not on my watch. Trust me.’ Alexia groaned and looked at the study group. “I found it funny that Rachel said that because my oldest sister can't stand me. We’ve never gotten along. When all the kids in school were teasing me saying I was adopted, she never defended me. And now she thinks we should trust her. Ok, I guess that's part of the nightmare… my unresolved feelings with my sister Rachel. But I digress.” Alexia pulled off her khaki jacket and pulled her braids up on top of her head with a red scrunchie she retrieved from her jeans back pocket. Alexia shrugged her shoulders. “Back to the frightmare, we walked through hundreds of tall trees and foliage for what seemed like hours until Rachel found the frozen pond in the clearing up ahead. Everything seemed normal so we slung our ice skates off our shoulders, put them on, and headed for the pond. Everybody hopped on. One minute we were all skating on the frozen pond rubbing our hands together because it was ten degrees below zero and nobody wore gloves. But I wasn't as cold as the others for some strange reason. We were all having fun until we all heard an eerie sound from out of nowhere. No wind was blowing but it seemed to travel through the trees. And it sounded like no animal I had ever heard. I spotted the fear on the children’s faces. Before they could panic, Rachel shouted, ‘Come on everybody, we're out of here. Curse or no curse.’ Everybody ran but my knees locked, and I couldn't move. The sound didn't frighten me. It intrigued me. I heard someone or some thing’s voice. I could even translate the sounds. I thought I heard them say, ‘Weie Laj.’ I wondered who Weie was? They were telling Weie to come back home. I fell to my knees and saw my reflection in the icy mirror of the frozen pond. It was shocking! My mahogany skin was now blue and my long piano like fingers were short and webbed. My lips where pursed like a blowfish. My round brown eyes were now slits with grey orbs. I screamed clawing through the ice to get at the monster there. I jumped to my feet and the blades of my skates sliced through the ice which started cracking from the weight of my body. I yelled for Rachel as I fell through. Someone or something grabbed both my legs. I heard, ‘Come back. Come back, Weie. The strange voices said, ‘We’ve been waiting for you.’ They pulled me downward. I closed my eyes tight and relaxed my body anticipating a quick descent into the icy waters, but wait she came back. Rachel was leaning at the edge of the cracked opening and reaching into the freezing ice for me. My big sister did love me! She came back to save me. the we've Just then I realized that I was adopted. I didn't really belong on top of the world. I belonged in the cold, green and silver waters. Rachel pleaded with me as she tugged. Alexia, I love you. Please don't let go you should be with me so we can grow up together. Trust me.’ I saw the love in my big sister’s eyes, and I turned to say goodbye to my real people. I held onto Rachel as she pulled me out of the frozen pond to be her big sister forever.” Alexia stood still and quiet. When she spoke, her voice cracked with emotion. She cried out “my nightmare is finally over.” Alexia collapsed to the floor. She started sobbing and the members of the group study ran over grabbed her and hugged her tightly. She felt as if she had been pulled up out of the water for a second time. “Miss Knight, are you alright?” the voice from the speaker asked. Alicia sniffed wiping the tears from her eyes, “I will be. Too many of my nights have been filled with bad dreams but now I know that I am not alone. Dreams can come true!” The voice from the speaker offered words of encouragement. “Yes, they can, Miss Knight. Everybody, you’re dismissed for lunch. Take time to relax and get a good night’s sleep. Pleasant dreams.”
By Saja Bo Storm4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Sequence
Dream Six: Daydream Believer “Hello, I'm Marigold Mason and I daydream all the time. In my dream, I was driving toward a red light, and I was daydreaming again as I stopped. I always wondered why people daydream or at least why I do. And especially while driving. That's kind of dangerous, isn't it? But I read according to an Atlanta study that daydreamers have more active brains and may be more intelligent and creative than the average person. So that’s a good thing.” Marigold stretched her long legs and swung them around to the front of her pink chaise lounge. She pulled off her dark shades revealing big blue eyes. She patted her pink curls and brushed imaginary specks of lint from her white angora sweater. She took a small sip of her green tea and continued. “Back to my dream. I was at a red light waiting for it to change. I was still daydreaming when the light turned green. I opened my eyes widely and started heading for home. While driving through my neighborhood, I found it unrecognizable. I was on the right street. Yeah, that's Lane Blvd. Yeah, I double checked. Where is my church? My church should be right there. It had been replaced by a tall obelisk shaped building with gold doors and windows where am I? I gasped. I started to turn around and noticed that I was up in the air? How did I get up here? I was in the air several miles above the ground. All life as I remembered had evolved. There were people on the ground jogging with dogs who were on their hind legs. The trees had rainbow-colored leaves and there was a fruit hanging and I didn't know what kind of food it was. I had never seen it before. There was foliage and flowers moving like they had a life of their own. I was glad that there were still bees but on closer inspection they looked mechanical but still carried out the normal activities of pollination. My old blue Honda had metamorphosized into a sleek steel arrow dynamic vehicle. I wonder if it would be safe to land. Land? I don't know how to navigate this thing. But I needed to find out where I was cheering. When I say where I was, I mean what country? Continent? Planet? I saw different kinds of people or species. They were riding in a sleek silver air subway bus full to capacity. There were species with four arms, others with three eyes and some without identification of all sizes shapes and colors. I steered my new vehicle into the center of my neighborhood. I think I spotted my house or at least it looked like it. I commandeered the vehicle into a parking space and stepped out when the doors lifted. My street appeared more uniform now. All the cookie cutter row houses matched. They all were painted sky blue and opaque white. All the doors were terra cotta. And each house had ten opaque steps with gold trim. The top porcelain step glistened and seemed to be deposited with star shapes. The door opened and I stepped inside. I hesitated. I looked from side to side adjusting my eyes to the darkness on the interior,” Marigold took a long deep breath. Everyone in the dream study group scooted at the edge of their seats. The voice from the speaker whispered, “Miss Mason, what happened next?” I walked back to my pink chaise lounge and sauntered into a reclining position. “Well, what happened? Shouted one of the other seven participants. “Yeah, don't keep us waiting!” “Where were you?” another yelled, “I know it's a dream, but I'm scared,” said another. Her voice trembling. Marigold whispered, “Then the light turned green. I stirred from my daydream. I parked in my car in front of the Super Dollar store and went inside to shop for a new pair of sandals. I was so excited! I had been waiting all week for their summer sale! Everybody groaned, even the voice from the speaker seemed a little disturbed. Marigold smiled a little bemused. “What did you think would happen? It’s a dream, people.” The voice from the speaker sighed,” Thank you, Miss Mason. I think we'll take a break for the rest the day.
By Saja Bo Storm4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Sequence
Dream Five: Dream Big “Jason Lee Jones,” announced the voice from the speaker. “You're up next!” Jason jumped out of his seat as he grabbed his bar stool so it wouldn't hit the floor. He tripped over the shoes he had taken off. Crash! He tried to prevent the accident, but it happened anyway. He got the attention of the sleeping audience. Everyone was now wide awake. The audience was a group of participants who joined him in a dream study seminar. “Are you quite alright?” asked the voice from the speaker. “I’m good.” “Mr. Jones. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes, I am.” He wondered if the voice had been suppressing a giggle as he picked up the stool and sat down. He wrapped his bare feet around the rungs of the stool. All his life he dodged and ignored stares, pointing, laughter and double takes from classmates and neighbors and most people who didn't understand that he may have been a little different. As he got older, he thankfully and proudly realized that he was a member of a larger community of people who looked and lived just like him. He straightened his chair, wiped off his purple framed glasses, plucked at the loose azure blue curls at the top of his head. “Ahem. Welcome all I also like to dream big when I am awake. Unless we’re really dreaming now like the other dude says. Descartes. I think that’s his name. there’s are the certain things you have to remember if you want to dream big Find out what really matters to you, then dream big. Number one… believe that you can do it. Number two… don’t ask ‘what if I fail?’ Enjoy the fact that you tried. Number three… don’t be afraid of success. If you have more to do, it will be ok. Number four… visualize your goals. You need to have some imagination to do that and number five… Good luck! Take encouragement from others. I’d better start before …well, you know. He pointed upward. Jason stood up and walked away from his stool. I love movies! Mostly, old ones. So, in my dream my boyfriend Sylvester and I were watching one of my favorite movies, Raging Bull. In the beginning of the movie the main character, a wrestler in a sleepwalking trance started quoting something that seemed like Shakespeare. But I was the star of the movie not Robert De Niro and my dream was in black and white just like the movie. I tried to change the main character’s fall from grace event with my dream big philosophy to no avail. Like Othello, I let jealousy push my animalistic tendencies to the hilt. A bull in the China shop describes me at my best. I cheated on my wife, only it was my husband. Hey, it’s my dream after all! I chased after underage boys. I would never do that! I brutalized my enemies and even punched out my brother. Do I look like a violent man? Hello? Don't think so. Could I use the principles of ‘dream big’ in this dream? I didn't want to lose who I was. I continued to dream. Try to change things. At the snap of the referee’s fingers, and in the middle of the boxing ring my boyfriend and I transformed into glamorous drag queens. RuPaul of drag race fame appeared as the referee and shouted, ‘Category is Animal!’ We strutted our stuff in the center of the boxing ring accompanied by Robert De Niro, Joe Pesci, and the director of the movie. I don’t remember his name. Drag queens Pandora Box and Jujube were dressed like Siamese cats and were also walking down the center of the boxing ring. Robert De Niro strolled out in a beautiful full-length zebra print dress. He had on a black ponytail with accessories of red earrings and a matching red leather bag. He sported red pumps and when RuPaul said ‘Sissy that walk’, he was a true sissy. The crowd roared. Now Joe Pesci sprung out in an orange and brown rooster pantsuit. He donned a hat of various colors which represented all the feathers of a rooster. Not to be undone, Sugar Ray Robinson jumped in the ring. He wore a slinky black pantsuit with hoofs like a bull. He had an actual ring in his nose. He wore a blonde bouffant wig. Oh, oh I forgot to tell you what I had on. I was a unicorn in an all-white leotard with fringes of purple, pink, blue, red, yellow, and green hanging from my sleeves and a mock tail of fringes of the same colors. I won the challenge and received a $5000 tip. Big dreams do come true! All you have to do is remember the principles. One, Two, Three, Four Five. My dream was quite bizarre. I guess I shouldn't have smashed two more pieces of that chocolate cake last night.” Jason laughed and took a bow. Everybody cheered.
By Saja Bo Storm4 years ago in Fiction
