My RPG
World
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I am sitting in an old-fashion tavern.
In
fact, I have no recollection of ever leaving my house.
The
people in the tavern look like they are role-playing.
I
quickly realize I’ve gotten transported to an RPG world.
A bird
perches on my shoulder, and I can feel its talons.
The
bird returns to its owner, and I exhale a sigh of relief.
I get
up from my seat and enter a random room to explore.
I see
some old friends just playing a game of charades.
My
phone’s alarm wails, and I am pulled out my dream.
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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