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The wet door

Short story By: Haze

The dream door

Submitted:Dec 30, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I kept flying closer and closer to this thing And once I reached it it was a door And I opend It to a stairway to the bottom of the ocean And when I got down there Everybody I have ever met was there just standing still Not say or doing anything And in the middle of the crown was some one crying I asked what was wrong and she turned around and it was me She or I said "I don't want you to leave me I said "no no I can't leave you that would be impossible" And she or I pointed behind me and said "you have to go now" I looked back at my self and no one was there Before I could say anything I was on the other side of the door And all remember was that door slamming really loud


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