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Submitted to Contest #260
Lucid dreaming: a type of dream wherein the person realizes they are dreaming. During a lucid dream, the dreamer may gain some amount of control over the dream’s characters, narrative, or environment.One night, I had a dream in which I stood on the edge of a building, a skyscraper, overlooking the sights of an endless, silver metropolis. I had this vivid fear of slipping and falling off, but at the same time, I couldn’t step away from the edge as if my feet were glued to the concrete. Then I looked down and saw a bear walking on its hind leg...
Submitted to Contest #259
You’re sitting on a linen sofa, looking at a painting on the wall that depicts a young boy with blond, curly hair dressed in his Sunday’s best, posing against a doorframe. His face is turned to show its left half. Surrounding you are cherry wood cupboards and stands with 19th-century lamps, windows clothed in floral curtains, an electric chandelier overhead, and to your side, a tall mirror on top of the crested hearth. Voices buzz from the adjoining room, but you’ve sequestered yourself alone in here because you wanted...
Submitted to Contest #258
Up above, on a blank wall, sat a widescreen video display showing swirls of blue, red, and orange moving along like tranquil waves. Then, in a flash, the screen switched to a drone shot of a large, rectangular building, boxes of white stone or glass stacked on top of each other, followed by a dark-blue-suited man standing in front of a rooftop garden, hedges snipped into swirls or elongated eggs. Meanwhile, through speakers at either corner ends of the wall, the man’s voice echoed, “Ever wish you could take in the bea...
Submitted to Contest #257
Sensitive content note: implied sexual abuse, violence & gore, mental disability. Inside a cell encased by four-inch thick walls, housing one narrow bed and a toilet, locked behind a heavy, iron door with a narrow slit window of fortified glass, sits a man humming. His face has no hair, only scars littering his skin like an infection—none bigger than a needle but more numerous than a flock of locusts. His left eyelid is permanently swollen, swallowing half of his sight. Inmates call him ‘The Cyclops’. His nose has a dent in the middle, c...
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