Words Bred From Life

Section 1 - The Dreamers

This section will be for the dreams and small story's I create in my mind that never make it to the big novels I dream them to be.
If you want to use something as a story prompt contact me, this is all copyrighted, come on people give where credit is due.
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Entry
One of the first things I want to share with you is a dream I think about all of the time. I've wanted to turn it into a story for years and years. I want to say I had this about 5 years ago or more.

Hanging down a long rope, I'm dangling no where near the bottom of the room but I've slide down for what seems like forever. My long brown hair is braided so not to get tangled in my gear that holds me above the huge drop. Brown cargo pants, a white tank top, thick men's gloves, and combat style boots are what I wear. Dust floats around me falling from the ceiling I climbed through to enter the room. Sunlight streams though that same opening and a beam shines down at an angle towards the littered floor. Below me task and short bookshelves all in a row, some standing others toppled over. Books lay everywhere as if a tornado had thrown everything into disorder. Some desks are in the center of the room and books lay open as if the reader had abandoned them. The end of the building is chosen to enter was the tallest point of the city, it's domed glass roof created a high area to give you a view to the sky but now a layer of dirt covered it. I wanted to go further down but it seemed I was prevented by something unknown. I needed to swing over to the shelves but the area had been abandoned for so long who knew if it would be stable snotty support my weight. At the same time, how much longer did I have inside here?