My Sweetest DreamArtemis shot up in bed sweating and crying with the covers thrown off to the side. The dream that terrorized her, kept her up at night and haunted her every thought had struck again. The discusting reality of her past kept threatening to show itself through her dreams, but what was worse was how real it seemed. If it was real she wouldn't be able to show herself around the team again.My Sweetest Dream3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Tonight was an unusual night though. Instead of fighting to get back to sleep Artemis just laid back staring at the ceiling. A knock on the door prevented her from getting to deep in thought. She hastily whipped her face and ran to open the door. Standing before her in yellow and red p.j. pants and no shirt was Wally. His hair was messy and his were eyes tired, but still showed concern as he looked at her. Under his arm was a bag of chips, soda and a chocolate bar.
"You alright?" He asked.
"What? Of course. Why?" She stammered.
"Then why aren't you asleep?"
"Cause some freak was knocking on my door." She
JourneyJourney1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cloaked in a brownish, slightly red cape, I commenced to walk through glittering heaps of sand. Step by soft step, I made my way over the crests and down the inclines, sand stirred by my pointy feet. The landscape before my luminescent eyes seemed endless, an infinity of sand.
The wind rustled gently through my drapery, and I raised my voice to sing. An aura of light and voice appeared around me, and I heard a faint reply in the background. I followed the other, whoever it was, until we were driven apart by the wind.
Blown away, I encountered flying pieces of fabric, enveloped by gusts of air and vibrant with energy. Was it chakra?
I never believed in such mysticism, but the kites of deep red fabric seemed to fill me with energy, lifting me up to fly with them. They took me over hills of sand, a trip to their ancient ruins.
Shattered blocks of stone were partly buried with sand and dust. Atop one of the crumbled old ruins, lay an extinguished star-speck, still with a faint glow. Ancien