SequenceA Story by SirenLet’s go on a ride, shall we friends? We are in a car, riding. We are going down a mountain, and on each side there are beautiful mosaics instead of rocks. You reach out to touch them, but decide against it. Perhaps this beauty should only be seen. The air is fresh and clean as we make our way down, down, down…. What is this? What have we here? The same is above and below"picturesque trees on each side with a calm river in the middle. I look up, only to see that I’m headed straight for a wall. My mother is beside me, as calm as can be. Before I can panic, I’m in another “room”…. The same is above and below, this time a grey-ish wall-paper that seems to move by. I’m headed to another wall, made of stone. Moving faster now, as if this was some twisted ride, I reach to hold on to my mother’s hand. It is still and cold. Another room. Blood red everywhere. The monster comes, then. It drops from the ceiling and starts spinning, spinning. I have no air, yet I scream at the top of my lungs. The weight on my chest is heavier as I am hurled into this beast’s mouth. It’s red eyes glare and burn, and at last I am pulled under.
© 2012 SirenAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 11, 2012 Last Updated on December 11, 2012 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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