I was scribbling in my notebook when suddenly the ink turned into fire. I looked around and saw that the test was still ongoing, but I couldn't ask for help. Soon, the entire notebook was consumed by flames, yet no one turned around. I dared not speak a word, or I would be accused of cheating.
Suddenly, my hand caught fire, but I was surprised that it didn't burn. I could hear it sizzle, like meat on a grill. Then, the sizzle turned into a whisper.
"The stones are set. There is no balance. Only the fall is inevitable, and it will crush him."
I knew then that this voice was not part of the dream. It spoke to me from outside.
I woke up, realizing it didn't happen, but the sizzling voice remained clear in my mind, burned into my memory.
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Fucking emo
HorrorNew school, new people. Everyone looks the same. But him. He is so fucking emo. Written on a phone and not proofread. Open to to suggestions and corrections.
