By
Craig Wilson
The
sky is cloaked with a grey cloud, threatening to rain.
I’m
on a tall bridge – afraid of crossing to the other side.
Down
below, I hear a small group of goons taunting me.
Suddenly,
I feel a burning sensation build up within me.
The
burning sensation within me gets a little too intense.
I
suddenly turn into my creation, The Red-Eyed Demon.
I
chase after the shrieking goons, and the torture begins.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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