Sweat cakes my face, and between breathless pants I fight to keep hold of the rapidly deteriorating memory of my nightmare. I am left with the vivid memory of a masked face and reaching hands that even now cause my heart to skip a beat. Belatedly, as the blood roaring in my ears starts to cool, I realise my alarm is blaring. Rolling over I see the bright red 7:01AM dictating the start of yet another school day. With an exhausted sigh I leave the bed, knowing that when night comes, I will have to do it all again.
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100 word stories
General FictionNew series designed to keep me writing. stories created with 100 words or less. Hope you enjoy. Recommended age: 16+. Can deal with dark topics.
