I was standing at a place. New. I looked down, and that's a bad idea. I'm flying! I had wings on my back and I'm flying along the river bank. I flew straight up in a sudden, then fell. I fell down so fast it was like I had no more wings, and it was the truth. I cannot control my self. I was screaming and screaming. I was felling down a cliff. I opened my eyes. I was lying in my bed, in my bedroom. No secret room, no maze, no war, no wings, and no falling. It was all just a dream.
I sit up and look around me. My back was wet. Cold sweat from the dream. I thought of the people in black in the maze. I kept thinking, but I can't remember their faces. They were really familiar. I want to punch the person who hit my head in the face, for thanking the person letting my having a mad memory. Any way, that's really a adventure. I wrote it down, for not forgetting this story.
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The Dream That Night
Короткий рассказA girl name Julie was dragged into a adventure, and with her best friend, Katrina. With their own, without any help, can they survive and escape? Is that the end of their life?
