There was a carnival in 4th street where events always happened. I happened to go with my friend Esmeralda, buying little yellow tickets and smelling the sweet scents of the food vendors' funnel cakes snd kettle corn. I was walking around texting Carter and trying to get away from my mom as she insisted sticking with us. Esmeralda insisted we go to a more private area.We went around the edge or a few bright orange apartments in a clean-looking alleyway where the sun shone golden over us. At the curb we sat on the edge. People seemed to not see us and walked ahead,sunlight giving the orange place a yellow glow and the people turning to nothing but moving silhouettes. Esmeralda spoke up, "You know what?" Obviously curious, I simply replyed "What?"
She just leaned in and gave me an open mouthed kiss. I quickly retreated and panicked, not being lesbian and Carter trying to call me. I backed awsy from her hurt face, undescribable and tormented. The carnival music got louder, taunting me as I began gettinh dizzy. I ran through the carnival, the simple silhouettes now shadows against the darkening sky. I muted my phone and continued running, hoping to run away from my problems and just disappear. I held onto my chest as it pounded, feeling that if it pounded any louder, Esmeralda or Carter would hear. I didn't like either of them but they were my few friends. I climed onto the bright farris wheel, wasting my last three golden tickets and being able to go alone without being followed. Swaying the little moving cart that carried me, I honestly wished for the hinges to undue and make me fall to my doom, hearing the creak of the unsafe ride. I rose up the the now starless, black sky where I reached for it, the ride ended too soon, to my dissapointment. I made sure nobody I knew was waiting for me at the bottom and continued to walk around buildings throughout the night, not wanting to go home or have the energy to socialize any longer.
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Dreams & Nightmares
Short StoryEvery chapter is a short story derived from my dreams, which usually contain action, blood, gore, and sometimes fluffy shit. Friends kept telling me I should write them as stories, so here this is!