The Paper Feeling

This was a dream I had last night.

“The chance to receive all happiness has come,” a man on the radio blurted out. I saw a group of adults surrounded by a radio outside, acting as little kids with a new deck of Pokémon cards.

“Today, there will be a paper that falls out of the sky and will land in fates hands.” The eyes of the people surrounding the radio got bigger with amusement, and I could almost see the greediness among them become fully acquainted into their bodies. 

I had to get out. 

Too many people. 

I got up quickly, and grabbed my bag. I headed for the door. My hand grasped the door knob and turned it to the right, as if it had a mind of its own. I could now smell the cold air, and I began walking to school. An absolute uproar of silence filled around me besides the noise my feet made against the concrete. 

I dreaded days like these. 

Something in the air felt toxic. As if every breath I inhaled into my lungs was utterly wrong. As if every breath was poison, but not the killing kind. The abnormally close to dying but still living kind. The trees were dark, and bare.  I always thought they looked like creatures trying to grab the buildings behind them. The sky looked bright and - there was something falling, ratherly slow headed right for me. I waited as the object grew bigger and bigger in my view and began to realize it wasn’t harmful. A floating piece of paper. It lightly fell to the floor, right over my black laced boots. I reached my hand down to pick it up,

To be continued.....

Reviews

[M. Mae Ringquist]

Do you plan on continuing the story, a few of mine are based off of dreams but I still continue them, if that's your problem. The story is also worded strangely, like you only wanted to portray the idea and not the story. Thinking like that is okay for poetry but not for stories, you should go back and reword the story to make more sense. As an example, the person on the radio says that a paper will land inflates hands, fine, but at least have him specify what the paper will grant you, like if you get it do you get a prize or something? Or dose the person even know what's on the paper? If they don't then they should say so, the diologe just sounds unrealistic and should be changed to sound like something Simone would actually say over the radio. (also, the people surround the radio, not the other way around)