Colors swirl and dance, bright and screaming, blinding. Pulse racing and thoughts speeding and so many colors and lights. They burn like the sun. Green, yellow, red, all so clear and crisp. I don’t understand anything at the moment. My thinking is too jumbled. Thoughts tumbling into each other, car crashes on the highway to my mind.
“Y-you can save her, r-right?” a voice stutters, concern lacing every syllable.
“I think…probably.” There is no certainness in those words.
“I swidda God,” a new voice says, the words covered with an accent, “If she dies you die.”
My thoughts jumble even more. Too many things to think about. Too many, too many, too many. I want to scream, but I can’t. I can’t do anything except stare at all the swirling colors that are slowly growing darker and darker. And listen to the voices grow softer and softer. I hear them talk about death.
Then there are no colors just black.
And no voices just silence.
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Just Dreams
خيال (فانتازيا)Jinoko "Jinny" Raioto has always had weird dreams. She's always felt in her dreams too, and some mornings she'd wake up with scars. But she never thought her dreams would actually become reality. Jinny discovers that the "Dream Dimension" is a very...
