Young Writers Society

White fog. That is all I'm able to see is white fog. It's like the kind that comes from the bay every morning and fogs up my bedroom window; adding a slight chill to the room. Only here there is no window. In fact there is nothing. I reach out to touch something, but my hand just feels the misty fog.

Now, I'm running, trying to get out of the mess. Faster and faster I run, but the end is not in sight. The fog is like a blanket over the ground, which I can not see. Is there even a ground?

Becoming very tired, I slow down to a jog. The fog is hugging me, and there is no one to help me. Suddenly, I see that I am not alone, for there is a face in the distance. I skid to a dead stop. He is coming towards me.

This other person is now running to me, and I stand there waiting. He stops in front of me, and smiles. He takes my hands in his, and we begin to fall. But I'm not alarmed, for some reason I know that everything is going to be okay.

The fog is above us now, and we are falling down through a dark mist where there are many stars. Faster we begin to fall. This guy's smile broadens. He knows something, I can feel it through my entire body. We land on the ground in front of a house I've never seen before, and he lets out a burst of laughter.

My eyes open and I sit up in bed; breathing hard. The dream is coming to me more frequently now. Only this time he was laughing and not crying like he usually is. This has got to mean something, I thought. Something terrrible.

Hi, I'm new and this is just an idea of mine that I'm putting into words as it were. So don't be surprised if it's not very good.