Nightmare
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Crush goes the crunch of bones...grinding, mashing, breaking...disintegrating.
Their dust spreads to the four winds.
The splash and splatter of a red liquid paints the grounds of the schoolyard...everything in sight is twisted and distorted as if the whole area were a gigantic microwave Heat waves beat off the cars and the pavement as the sounds of blood spattering and splattering mixes with the sounds of the bones crunching to splinters as the thing that causes it ...well it is nowhere in sight...
I cannot comprehend what is what as I try to look where and what could possibly cause such a sound. I cannot concentrate, let on alone focus on what I should do if I happened across whatever it was that was making the noises...though...I am not blind to what it has left behind.
Terror runs through me at the sight...I find myself unable to utter or mumble a single phrase or sound. Fear takes over in my mind and as well as anger...anger at what has happened. People say that fear and anger go hand in hand...this must be what they meant when they said that...the gore...strikes horror in my mind...I cannot ...focus...there is too much to take in....the blood...my own mingled with the splattered blotches on the heated pavement; flesh torn from bodies of people that I never even knew make up what seems like an endless sea of carnage.
It is then that I feel an electric spark sort of tingling ignite my fear further. Something is breathing down my neck. Frozen...I cannot think except that it is the end...of me of everything I will never find out why this happened or what made it so. How can it end like this....how? Breaking my wracked nerves...I turn shakily to see...my own eyes...? But..how..why!? Bloodied tears run down the face of this wretch that is me I was the one that caused this...how…HOW!?
Screaming is the only thing that I can do...I wake...and wake to blackness...cold perspiration covers me as my breathing increases and my heart races. See? This is what I go through every night...though most nights I cannot remember what it is that I dream. Sometimes it comes in different forms. This night it chose to come in the form of blood, gore...and me.
Restless as I am, I know that it was only a dream, though one that depicts my thoughts articulately and accurately...in very modest amounts of course. I will just stay awake until I can sleep again and hope that the dream, nightmare whatever, it can be noted as my personal horror. Though because that I am finding a breaking point...in light and life I surely hope that this will go away...who knows...maybe the next thing I dream…really will be a dream...
Uzumaki Strife Community Member 
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