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Short Story by: Emily the strange

Genre: Young Adult

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Short Story by: Emily the strange

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Genre: Young Adult

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Summary

LETS PLAY A GAME

I START THE STORY, YOU COMMENT ON IT WITH WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT.

EACH WEEK I ADD ON THE BEST IDEAS TO THE STORY AND WE SEE WHERE IT GOES

Summary

LETS PLAY A GAME

I START THE STORY, YOU COMMENT ON IT WITH WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT.

EACH WEEK I ADD ON THE BEST IDEAS TO THE STORY AND WE SEE WHERE IT GOES

Content

Submitted: September 13, 2012

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Content

Submitted: September 13, 2012

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The dream starts out the same every time...

I'm walking alone home from somewhere... I can never remember where... but I know I wasn't supposed to be there. The wind is against me and blowing with an eerie whistle.  I walk slowly,  contemplating how to sneak in without my parents knowing, when suddenly, I hear a noise that makes me jump.  I look over and see an hooded figure leaning out of a car. I quicken my pace at this sight.  I hear the car driving behind me and start to walk even faster.  Then, as I am about to break into a sprint, the man calls out from the car "Hey, this is just a dream. You're still asleep"  and I wake up.

Every day for the past week I've been having this dream.  

I get up and make myself breakfast... Well, I pour cereal in a bowl and pour milk in it if that counts. I walk to school as usual, go to soccer as usual, and then head home.  I'm about a block from my house when I see a man leaning over a blanket. He is holding a sign that says " help! need money for opperation!"  I walk over to hand him some change.  
 

"well what a pretty little girl we have here" croaks the man
"th-th-thank you" I reach my hand out holding a few quarters and a crumpled up dollar

he grabs my hand and instead of taking the change, grabs my arm. I look at him confused, and he just smiles a toothless grin as he reaches for the blanket and smothers my face in it.

***

Where am I? the last thing i remember is  his tootless grin. and something else... a rag? a blanket? there was a smell to it, a chemical I think.  It made me dizzy and i must have passed out. 

 

TO BE CONTINUED


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