Emma's Fright
January 7th 2012 12:41
Emma glances to the sky. She sees the moon. She sees the sky is okay. She then glances to the door, and she doesn't even want to walk through it.
“Why not go outside?” she questions.
However her heart near dies as she realises the answer.
Emma sighs and then she takes her vision back up to the sky. She grows a fondness for the appeal of it, and then she glances away.
Emma picks up a book and begins to read. She grows tired fast, and soon she drops to the pillow in order to dream. She falls asleep.
“Hey Emma;” says Tracey as she meets her by a row of pine trees.
“Hey there;” says Emma.
“You lost?” asks Tracey.
“No;” mutters Emma.
“Cause you're on property;” tells Tracey. “Mine, now get off!” she screams in a manner to make Emma listen.
Emma walks away with tingles on her tongue. She walks to a road, and by it she spies a dead man. She glares at it as the heart pours down on her. She stares at it for a long time. She then drops, and into coma she sleeps.
Emma wakes up with sweat on her brow. She then gasps.
“What was that about?” she asks. “Phew what a messy dream!” she tells as she rises in order to go to the door.
At the door she pauses. She then glares. She is unable to move. She waits a while. Then she backs away. Slowly.
“Not today;” she mutters before she crawls into a corner.
“Why not go outside?” she questions.
However her heart near dies as she realises the answer.
Emma sighs and then she takes her vision back up to the sky. She grows a fondness for the appeal of it, and then she glances away.
Emma picks up a book and begins to read. She grows tired fast, and soon she drops to the pillow in order to dream. She falls asleep.
“Hey Emma;” says Tracey as she meets her by a row of pine trees.
“Hey there;” says Emma.
“You lost?” asks Tracey.
“No;” mutters Emma.
“Cause you're on property;” tells Tracey. “Mine, now get off!” she screams in a manner to make Emma listen.
Emma walks away with tingles on her tongue. She walks to a road, and by it she spies a dead man. She glares at it as the heart pours down on her. She stares at it for a long time. She then drops, and into coma she sleeps.
Emma wakes up with sweat on her brow. She then gasps.
“What was that about?” she asks. “Phew what a messy dream!” she tells as she rises in order to go to the door.
At the door she pauses. She then glares. She is unable to move. She waits a while. Then she backs away. Slowly.
“Not today;” she mutters before she crawls into a corner.
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