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between nightmares and dreams
“Nightmares are more convincing than dreams.”My nana once told me that. Six-year-old me laughed it off. How could they be, when I awaited nighttime to fly and save the world and eat candy? When no nightmares ever plagued my mind, and if my teddy bear did die in Dreamland (ah, the tragedies of elementary school), a night spent cuddling in my parent’s bed vanished the nightmare from my mind?She’d laugh at that too and say, “Okay, sweetie, good for you. But in the end, fear invokes more powerful emotions than happiness.”But times changed. Night held more secrets now. And finally, over a dozen yea...
My Hell.
TW: killing HelenThe loud strange knock on my window has been keeping me up at night . My neighbours around me disappearing or being found dead only increased my fears. Today is not an exception. I heard the knock at exactly 1am the same as every other night before. I need to end my fears and put a stop to this uncertainty. I need to know who is knocking on my window. Thump....thump.....thump.... thump....My heart beats rapidly as I walk to the window. I need to know who continuously comes to kwww.onedoor.ccnock at night. I have always wondered if or even when they will break into the house. It's not a wond...
Peril
Lungs aching, throat dry, and gasping for air, Drake found a place to rest a while in the dark. Days upon nights stacked in his memory of running. No one was ever around to save him and he always had to hide, an endless nightmare that he would not be able to forget.The twisted tunnel Drake was cautiously maneuvering around in smelled of musty mold and decay. Parts of the tunnel were so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Crawling on his hands and knees left bruises and cuts that hurt so bad he felt like giving up. He knew he had to push on to make it. What lay ahead of him...
THE PROFFESIONAL FIXER
THE PROFFESIONAL FIXER I hated Christmas Holidays, I hated any gathering that brought us all together, My family was the perfect example of the ‘ghetto’. I often wondered what happened to make them so angry at one another, don’t get me wrong ,I do not hate them, but a lot took place before I was born and no one felt the need to explain to me. Maybe papa would have, but he died two years after I was born .My Siblings were all grown and out of the house by the time I came into existence. There was Uncle Joe, a former basketball player turned coach, he sustained a terrible injury during practice...