A Box Of Chocolate

I (Lost & Dream?)

My English teacher wanted us to write some flash fiction in first through third person. I hate the one in third so here are the ones in first and second (I was really excited to write something in second)

I hope you enjoy the taste of sweet surrender and bittersweet irony as I ease you gently in to my world

The Fifteenth Day of the Wolf Moon in the Year 2012 (Jan. 15)'

Lost

You run in terror. Screaming for help. But there is no one to hear you. You call to your companion. But you cannot remember who it is. If anyone is even there. You do not know where you are. Who you are.

You grasp at letters. Mary? Mark? Are you a girl? Boy?

You slip. You try to stay on your feet. You know, instinctively, that once you hit the ground, you will never rise again.

You manage to stay upright but your world is spinning. You look around you. The colors fade in and out of focus. You feel dizzy.

You take a step. You stumble. You are falling. Maybe it will not be so bad. Lying down. Just for a moment.

You breath in. The air feels thicker. Smells sweeter. Dimly, you wonder if it is a drug.

Your head touches the ground. You close your eyes. And, slowly, the ground closes over you.

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Dream?

I spring from my bed. My breath rapid and shallow in panic

It was only just a dream I sooth silently. A nightmare.

A floorboard creaks.

I whirl. And find myself staring into the golden eyes of the beast.

I scream. And it lashes out, pressing a clawed hand to my lips.

"I will let you go, if you swear to do as you were told."

"I won't betray my sister."

"Then you will die." It announces matter-of-factly, digging it's claws into my face.

"F-Fine," I breathe. "I'll do it."

The creature lets go of me and shoves me forward.

I am falling through the dark. Had it pushed me to my death?

Had I not been convincing enough. I'd only said three words.

I would never do that to my sister. My best friend.

I open my eyes. Hoping that this isn't another dream within a dream.

I find my sister's identical face looming above mine.

"I am not sentimental, my sister." Silver flashes in moonlight.

Flash fiction is rather frustrating. you only have 150 to 200 words to work with. Hope this was alright.

Also, something I forgot to mention in the reader's note is my love of allusions. I hope you all can find them in here. Sometimes they're glaringly obvious while other times not so much.

Comment if you think you've found any.

Lily M