The power of dreams_Little Red Cardinal_Troubles of a Super_Trust Your instincts
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The power of dreams
I was nine when it first happened. The ethereal dreams. Before that, I had the same dreams everyone did. Filled with anxiety about forgetting homework or being murdered by killer clowns. I quite enjoyed the ones with dancing zebras.This time, it www.onedoor.ccwas different. When I drifted off to sleep, I wasn't presented with a stream of strange images from my subconscious. There was no fog over this dream. Instead, it was vivid, bright and brimming with vibrancy. Lifelike but somehow more than that. Like eating a bazillion candies but without the sickness.I was in a shopping centre. I didn't recognise it b...
Little Red Cardinal
A petite, red cardinal sits atop a tree branch. He fluffs out his feathers on the warm spring morning, letting out a cheerful chirp to greet the neighborhood. The branch sways as he hobbles across it, looking out to the rows of houses below him. The sun is just beginning to rise, making dew drops glisten on the grass. The other birds begin to awake, as well, letting out their morning greetings to each other. The cardinal sings a chirp back and leaps off the tree branch. He swoops under high branches and in between houses. The morning breeze intertwines with his feathers, making them flutter. H...
Troubles of a Super
She flies over her town of Greenville. The girl with her brown hair in a ponytail. Her light tan skin. Oh, right. And her purple super suit. She looks for trouble within the town. Her name is Sofia George, or as the town knows her, Sonic. During school hours, she is a normal 15-year-old girl. But out of school, she is Sonic, the superhero that can fly and has sonic waves for power. The townspeople look up to her to protect their town from danger. Anything from robbers to rock-slides. She has super strength too. Sofia handles everything that comes at her. As night falls and the town goes quiet,...
Trust Your instincts
The inside of the closet was dark, as the insides of closets often are. The girl sat with her back pressed against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest and arms wrapped tightly around them. The floor around her was scattered with boots and shoeboxes, hangers and pieces of clothing which had fallen from the rack overhead. There were shelves above her, three of them toward the top of the closet. The lowest was full of wellthumbed and much beloved books. The one above that held knickknacks, family photos and some glass ornaments. On the highest shelf there were dusty boxes containing card and b...