The Dreams of Children

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 05, 2018

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 There are times within the lifespan of adults that their dreams escape them. It is possible that these dreams are tired, sad, and disappointed in being left behind by their now "grown" children.

Hasheea gathers these dreams, dusts them off, and recreates them to be golden and shining once more. This dream we are about to watch was particularly broken by harsh and uncontrollable circumstances.
Hasheea is known to provide children with flight throughout the unearthly skies, sporting fluttering feathered wings and warm wind in their hair. It fills the room with a faint crisp smell of autumn and the crunch of leaves seems to be dusted onto the very edge of their hearing, all the while filling them with a sense of contentment that overwhelms the horrid truths that darkened the alley of the world you live in. 
Hasheea found that the most difficult children were the ones she wanted to help the most. They were the children that soared the highest, enjoyed the experience the most and felt utter perfection in their dreams. 
There was one, that she could not help. This young child played like any other. She sang silly songs, rambunctiously ran around, and drew daring darlings from her imagination. These actions were always amplified with the loveliness that she experienced in her deepest of sleep. Then, something changed. Singing was more of a chore, running seemed to be devastating, and her drawings turned to dark inescapable depictions of destruction. She did not know why, nor did she have an account for what had changed. 
Hasheea noticed that this little girl was starting to kill her dreams and became frightened. No matter how hard she tried, the darkness within the little girl kept Hasheea away. Hasheea cried for many days and nights over the lost girl. 
The little girl missed her dreams, she missed Hasheea and had no idea why she was left in the darkness of her own mind. Instead of beautiful wings, she was chained to the dark wall with heavy iron chains. A dark wooden chest featured in the center of the little girl's dungeon had dark, morphing ooze pouring from its gaping maw. The ooze suffocates, drowns, and threatens her very life.
The new dreams that the girl experienced were always tainted by the darkness, and she could not escape it.


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