The Lucid

A story for a contest where you have to write a narration for a trailer for some fake movie.

   Sleep is precious now.

   In a world where everyone is awake, and you are punished if you rest, sleep is precious.

   But if you can't have it, you must inject it.

   Syringes of pure energy.
  
   Push those suckers into your veins and it's ecstasy without the side effects.
  
   Where do they get the energy?
 
   From people.
  
  They call them the Lucid.

  Sleeping constantly, storing their valuable energy, never stopping.
 
  I was a Lucid.

  And I woke up three days ago.
 
  I wasn't supposed to.

  Now, I am hunted.
 
 

Author's Note

I might turn this into an actual story, might not.

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Oh, please! That would be so cool! I was hooked and all you wrote were a couple of nonsense lines. Very well written nonsense lines! Tell me if you do write the story, LOL