(this story was a story submitted to a contest.)
I have a dream to tell you.
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On my dream, I stood at the edge of a clear lake. The night was still and there was no other sound except for the rustling of the trees. They stood on the corners like a wall. I look above me and I see the red clouded sky and they move like a fleeting ship on a stagnant sea.
There was a swan at the centre. It did not move. It did look at me. It stood there. I stared at it and at its elegance. The gleaming form seemed familiar but I never remember what it is. A light caught my eye. It was a house at the corner of my eye. It was a beautiful house. The glittering red carpet shone with great grandeur. I stare at it. I move closer. It welcomed me.
The inside was beautiful. It was painted with white and silver. The walls stood like a gigantic mountain. Infinite doors stood at each side. But I followed the red carpet deeper and deeper to the house until it led me to an old wooden door at the end with its surface scratched and bolted. It bears my name.
I opened the door just for the red carpet led me there. There inside stood a table on a room that look like a cell. On the middle was a lonely wooden table. A child sat on it. She had my appearance and she held numerous red forks on her hand. Each fork had a strange description on it but I cannot see it. She was toying with the dead swan with its decapitated body on the table with it. The swan’s body was all gone in my subconscious reality. She looked at me with the most sarcastic smile and she said something. Then she placed a long red fork on her neck and thrust it inside.
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I wake up… and this is what she said:
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“Your Life…your Body… your existence and everything you possess will be MINE
"ps
this story might need some help...don't you think?"
