I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
Sun Kissed Yellow. Honey dipped Orange. Plum purple. Vivacious green. They crunch and crackle as my sandals dance across them.
HE SLAMMED THE GUN IN MY HAND AND TOLD ME TO SHOOT. “You . . . what?” I shuttered, my legs shaking so bad I was afraid I was going to fall.
KYLIE WATCHED THE SUN DESCEND WITH A SENSE OF RELIEF. Soon, the moon would come.
Image rights belong to owner. “FREAK!” THE GIRL SPAT, letting the “k” fade as she laughed, spit spewing from her perfect mouth, hatred fuming through her heartless words.