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Day 8. Dream-catcher

8. Dream-catcher: Write something inspired by a recent dream you had.

The street is churning, like a bowl of soup being shaken and jostled every which way. It flips and twist, millions of fractures down its surface, but yet stays intact.

I stumble, lurching onto a nearby light post for some stability. The boy falls, crashing hard into the cement. So just because the road was different, it still hurt to hit it.

"You okay?" I yelled over the panic caused at this phenomenon.

He grunts. "Fine."

"How much farther?"

"It's down there. He lives in there." The boy pointed to a nondescript, abandoned storefront that was advertised as up for rent.

As if by unspoken agreement we claw our way down the writhing road to the storefront where, hopefully, we'll find the man who caused this mess.

I barge in, figuring a level 20 earthquake was not the time to practise manners. He's close behind.

But it's empty. The place is deserted. The mysterious person who caused the terribe earthquake shaking the planet isn't here. The disappointment is sharp.

"It's a note." The boy goes to the middle of the floor and picks upba singer sheet of paper. On it is written seven lines of text. As I read it there's a sensation like burning in my chest. This is no ordinary poem.

The boy gives it to me. "Rewrite it."

I stare at the poem . Of course, the poem is the embodiment of the world, and to reverse the shaking, you reverse the poem.

So simple.

I write.

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A/N: I am half asleep as I write this. Literally my mind is wandering. When I looked back over this I realized there was a lot of strange words I seemed to have randomly wrote. Ex: Loki.