Dream: book 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This series will be kind of like the twilight zone.
These are dreams I have and they do not always make sense. Most will not have a satisfying ending, lots will be slightly creepy, and every one will be very interesting to read:)
Hope you enjoy!

Submitted: May 04, 2015

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Tommas woke up to the sound of thunder raddling the earth bellow him. The blazing streak of lightning, deturmined to break the sky into shattered bits, light his room with white and deepened the shadows. Tommas sat bolt upright and hit his head on the wooden frame of the top bunk. He cringed as he slipped his legs from beneath the covers onto the rough tan carpeted floor. As Tommas got up, making sure he avoided another colision with the hard thick wood, he spyed a peek at his younger brother. The little boy had not awoken yet. Tommas relished in the thought that in a few days he would be out of the house off to live at his dorm for four years, but the thought of leaving his brother with his mother alone scared him even more then what he was about to do. He would have stayed there for ages savoring these last few moment with his brother, but the storm was impationt in a rage that would not seace until he left. Slowly he walked twards the wall. Dreading what was to come. Then without another thought, he walked through.

The wall that once was plaster and gray paint turned to goopy limegreen, magenta, and a vibrent yellow that made Tommas squint. The slime surounded him but never touched him. Near and far and here and there all at once never seacing in its motion. Then in the distance Tommas saw a different pattern of color and walked twards it ready to escape this maddening illusion. When he stepped through the portal door he saw an even more colorful world. Though everything was less vibrent. The seen looked like something out of an old cartoon. Dull and fuzzy. All except for one lonly house with a figure standing beside it.Tommas walked closer to the cottage and saw it was no house at all more then a shack. He realized then that the walls were made of gingerbread and decorated with icing and candy. And the figure next to it a sort of ginger bread man with a white icing beard, a black frosting scowl and red lollipop like eyes. Tommas notised other sheds popping up from nowhere, though they were less distinct. He knew that he was supposed to find out what was happening here so Tommas desided to speak with the man. Before going though he decided to gat a lay of the land. Spinning in a slow circle around Tommas noticed that the entire land was dotted with hills of checkered and striped shades of pink and purple. Tommas's destenation stood atop a checkerd hill with blue and pink squares. The ginger bread man had not moved since Tommas's look around and still was not moving. He headed for the hill.

As Tommas aproched the hill, the unmoving bread seemed to be stairing him down with his shiny, sugary eyes. When he aproched the top, Tommas came to the conclusion that the man has not, is not, and will never move. Even as he came to this conclusion Tommas stopped one last time to look at the man before entering the house, but the frosted cookie still refused to move.

As Tommas entered the shed a chill shivered down his spine as he saw what was inside. Nothing. What was Tommas supposed to do here if there was nothing to do? The storm never let him back into the World if he did not complete his mission. The shed had nothing but a few cobwebs and lots of dust. Devistated and confused and paniced all at the same time Tommas turned to leave through the creaky door. He bolted backwards in pure terror as he saw the ginger bread man, his smile smeared into a sickening grin that sent chilles down Tommas's back, stationed in front of the opening. His crummbly fingers were gripped around thick red and white stripped pole with a peircingly sharp point at the top. The ponding voice played clearly in Tommas's head. Get Out

 


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