Under The Sun Every Day Just Comes & Goes discussion

Here is the next one... I think the theme for this one will be... Dreams...

So should we have a poll to decide the themes for these week long contests?

Nah, I think you should decide, Harley.

Okay.

I've never had luck with the weekly writing, I do bi weekly.

I like the variety.

Wall Of Sleep

(view spoiler)[
Every night I go to sleep
Every night I cross the wall
Every night you are mine
We live together
Now and forever
Across the wall
We are happy
Nothing can keep us apart
I tear down heaven for you
You raise hell for me
Our worlds may never
Be one in the land of reality
But behind the wall of sleep
You will always be mine (hide spoiler)]

dreams eh? does it have to be a newly written piece?

No. As long as you wrote I don't care if you wrote in the 1930s...

cool

now I just have to figure out which one to post...

Post the link here or the whole story? Or does it matter?

Not really... but if you post the whole story just remember the spoiler feature so it doesn't take up the whole page.

got it bossman lol

Title: State of Confusion
Originally written: Jan 2012

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

Erm this can be prose or verse right, any sort of fiction as long as it's about dreams?

Again as long as you wrote it I don't care what it is or when it was written... and yes it has to be about dreams.

a day and a half left people. And don't for get to vote for last week!!!

Here's a link for the contest poll!

http://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/67...

Oh man, I have the perfect story for this!

Except it's locked in my laptop that has no charger.

Just a few more hours...

Whoa, I totally forgot this ended today!

I may just have to make it a trademark to no post this until the last hour it's open.

She Hung.

My eyes snap open to greet the eternal darkness below me.

Three things are instantly clear. The first, I am falling. The second, I've been falling for a very long time.

The third, I can't breathe.

And yet, I don't want to breathe. Every breath reeks of misery.

Rejection.

Sorrow.

Me.

Three words whirl around my mind, almost faster than the rate at which I'm falling. I try to ignore them as my lungs start to want the air I can't have. But I don't want it. Craning my neck upward, I try to see the top of the hole. Nothing. Below? Nothing.

I'm falling down nothing.

Hours pass. I still can't breathe. I remain conscious, the thought of air consuming my conflicted mind. Looking down again, I can finally see the bottom. My lungs, desperate, are almost grateful.

And abruptly, I want the air I can't have. I try furiously to obtain it. Struggling in the air as something invisible wraps around my neck, closing it off.

I don't even have time to close my eyes before I hit the ground.


My eyes fly open in the darkness, confusion consuming my mind. Dreams. It was just a dream. But it felt so real.

I still can't breathe.

Terror took over and I flail, flying up into a sitting position in time for air to flood my lungs. I look back at my innocent pillow, seeing the imprint of my mouth and nose where I'd almost run out of air.

My hand immediately goes to my right ear, where a small silver stud sits to remind me. Then to the small picture, near me at all times.

I miss her. She died the way I almost just did.

Except, intentionally, she hung.

And that was off the top of my head, with forty minutes to go. (:

Time to Vote people.

http://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/68...