By
Craig Wilson
I
find myself riding the last bus, with several strangers.
It’s
late at night and I’m desperate to get back home.
The
bus rocks back and forth with such a violent force.
We’re
blinded by psychedelic colours from outside.
We
shriek in panic when monsters claw their way inside.
I
bang on the emergency exit, but it just won’t budge.
The
rest is a blank, and I somehow appear in my room...
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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