“I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead,” I said, before opening my eyes. When I opened my eyes I saw that I was a foot off the ground. “Whoa,” I said as I touched the ground beneath me. As soon as my hand touched the ground I fell and landed on my stomach. “Alex, did you see… that?” I began, before realizing that I was alone. “Alex?” I called out. I heard Alex in the distance call out my name. I rushed to the voice until I felt that something was off. “Alex? Where are you?” I called out wearilly. “Over hear,” The voice called out. When I listened more carefully the voice sounded somewhat distorted. I opened the book Alex had given me and began to flip through the pages until I saw one with blood splatters. I could see drawings of different plants and insects. Eyeshrooms, Eyeflowers, Buttereyes, and other creatures with one eye were listed as friendly. Creatures that had mouths and creatures with scratched out faces were listed as hostile. Upon closer inspection I saw that mimicers, creatures with just a mouth, will imitate the voices of people you know to try and lure you to them. I realized that the distorted version of Alex’s voice was a mimicer. I walked the opposite direction of the voice that was becoming more and more distorted with every word.
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A Week in Dreamland
FantasyHave you ever wanted more in life? What if you got more than you could handle? This is the story of how a boy, Nico, got more than he wanted...
