Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

My Deadly Dream

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
The arid oxygen washes out the poison in my lungs. Brazen people run on train tracks with out thought. I become weary on the tracks. The way the worm wind blows against the heavy steel, makes my mind shrink. Vibrations accelerate thought the wooden planks beneath me, a screech echos though the shy, i have to use all my fortitude to jerk my self up to see the terrifying sight. A radiant, bleached spot in the darkness becomes a bright sun. The suns steel teeth grow larger and has a feast apone me. The familiar pain creates a dreadful grin on my identity. And soon dark stare.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback