Subdued
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I find myself in a holding cell.
Yet, I have no memory of being detained by anyone.
The holding cell looks a lot like a stereotypical cell.
I hear my friends crying, saying we’ve been subdued.
I break a piece of my bed and I fashion a great weapon.
Carefully, I use my new weapon to open my cell door.
One by one, I rescue my friends and give them weapons.
We take out the goons in the hideout and defeat the boss.
Our victory is cut short by the sound of my phone’s
alarm.
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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