Admin:.......... Okay Link, impress me.
Link: Ha! You aren't the target audience, your my hapless victim in this tale!
Admin: Did you read my dream Journal..?
Link: Guilty! ~
Admin: LINK NO-
Link: Too late!~ story start!
Admins Nightmare.
Sometimes, Admin would dream she was falling... Only to awake in a barren waste land... At first, she could feel and see water, then as she baught a hand full up, it would scatter into the wind as ashes...
Admin would look around, seeing shadows, shadows of people, echo's of screams and cry's for help.
In this warped reality, she wondered... Until finally, she heard a laugh. A familia, laugh. Yet it was like a hollow ghost...
It was her own laughter. Cackling above her would always be a whisp like silhouette of herself, mad, insane and utterly disturbed.
She would then recall causing such mayhem... The destroyer of Lives, the killer of worlds... Realities own personal poison hand Grenade.
And then all would be but a world of ash in an instant... Walking... How long had she been there? What had she actually done..? She knew exactly what she did...
Admin just didn't understand how she could have done it.
Yet, as soon as she realised this was not a dream... But a memory... She felt herself again falling.
She awoke to the sun in her eyes, it was higher in the sky than when she usually awakes.
She was finally free.
Fem Link: THE end.
Admin: Link. Please, don't publish thi-
Fem Link: Ehhehehehehehehehehe!!!! *publishs* too late!
