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I wrote this for the writing contest at school. I hope it wins and I want to share it. The contest is tomorrow (3-8-11) and I thought I could use a few opinions.

Submitted:Mar 7, 2011    Reads: 32    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I dread the time I have to sleep.

Every night, it's the smae nightmare.

It starts with me as a child.

I'm standing in my great grandmother's living room.

With wide eyes, I stare into the dark dining room.

There is nothing there except for the marble end table.

I take one step in to the dining room, my breathing shallow.

A figure emerges from the darkness.

Red eyes stare into my eyes, into my soul.

Everything around the eyes dissolves.

I hear a dark an evil laugh.

When this dark and sinister sound reaches me,

I am sitting bolt up right in my bed,

sweating and gasping for air.

I dread the time I have to go to sleep,

for fear this night mare may take the life from me.


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