Escaping the Goons

 

Escaping the Goons

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am in a quiet little park.

I get grabbed. I'm dragged behind a large tree.

My friend is here. He explains what is happening.

Apparently, some odd goons are looking for us.

We do not know why. They are on the prowl.

We hear the horrifying wails. They are here.

My friend and I are nervous. We then flee.

We waded through the trees. We see an exit.

The goons scream at us. They resemble orcs.

Thus, my friend and I fight back. We soon win.

My friend and I leave the park. I exit the 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.