The smell of sanitizer hit my nose. I woke up, rubbed my eyes, and realized I was in the hospital. The nurse seemed startled to see me awake, but called my parents and sister from the cafeteria.
I talked to my parents for a while, and then started to read a book. At the mention of a clairvoyant, the memories came flooding back to me.
Who should I tell? I thought.
They'd all think I'd be mad. Every night, for a month, I'd get nightmares. It was the same thing: me collapsing in the forest fire. Except, this time, I died.
After a month, I'd be able to tell only a few people, and they understood. After a month, the nightmares would stop.
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A Prophetic Dream- A Short Story
Fantasy*A short story from the Avatars series. I suggest you read those books first* You know Aranya had prophetic powers right? But when did they manifest? How did they? And where? She vaguely answers those questions her friends ask in the first book. Thi...
