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As you may have seen. I am currently uploading chapter by chapter episodes of 'The White Rabbit'. This is not actually my first time writing it.
The blonde girl still trailed behind me, talking about stuff I really didn't care about as if I was listening and that we were on a shopping spree.
I stare into the mirror, wondering what the other me thinks. I look closer, closer. "Got you." The world around me implodes, as me and my mirror image touch.
Type: Partially Lucid, Conscious. First of all, I remember characterizing my mood in the dream with 3 cards of the same division (Disks) but of different grades.
The air around them was screeching in their ears. It got louder and louder as they ventured closer to the tornado. The tornado was horrifying yet awesome.
I cannot tell when the dreams began any more. I've lived with them now as long as I can remember and wouldn't be surprised to learn I've had them even longer than that.
As I walked alone I saw A shop that wasn't there before Here, just opposite the park A quaint old place, strange and dark I gingerly opened the door Couldn't even see the floor For piled on high all...
Alice looked onward. “Curious” she murmured as she cautiously took a step forward. Wonderland, as she had affectionately named it had changed.
What If the sky was green and the grass was blue. What if people lived under water and fish lived on land. What if we made a gigantic paper plane and flew in it.
Jack hurried out of school at the end of a long day, absentmindedly fiddling with his phone. He was looking forward to a quiet evening, relax, maybe watch TV, nothing much.
Alex fell to his knees before the shade that he had just seen dispatch three men.
It's been 6 years now of trying to communicate with my mom, dreaming up stories and pretending to finger-paint like when I was 7, but now I got what I had been waiting for for what feels like forever.
Nothing. That's what I feel. Black. White. I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to get out. Nothing is boring. Nothing is strange. I hate it. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let. Me.