Jessica Weston
A Deadly Dream Karlie looked out at the enormous crowd surrounding the stage. Although, through the blinding stage lights, she could not see their eyes staring at her, she could feel them. Her neck felt stiff, the strap of her electric guitar cold against her expensive silk blouse , the one that had cost almost a month's allowance. She looked down at her smooth, black jeans , freshly ironed, searching for crease marks. There were none.
Karlie thought back to her first performance, which had seemed so important at the time, but was now so long ago, clearly visible against the sea of concerts gigs and performances swirling around aimlessly in Karlie's head. It was also the most inspiring memory, and it had a special place in Karlie's heart.
Suddenly, all to soon, Karlie was pulled back to reality by the first note. Slowly, Karlie's sense of being drifted away and she found herself lost in the screams.
Karlie awoke, so suddenly, panting and gasping for breath. Where was she? She realized that she was in her own room, in her own house, not on that stage , the stage the stage that one of her band member had fallen from. It was a relief, and a huge one at that, to know that she had not witnessed the horrible death of a talented person, a person with an amazing gift for music, one beyond belief.
But there was sure to be a catch. There had to be. Karlie believed that dreams were signs of things to come, whether it be tomorrow or twenty years later. Then she remembered that she and her band were to play a gig at exactly the same stage as her top musician, Peter, had fallen from in her dream. An icy chill crept down Karlie's spine.
Later that day, as Karlie was walking towards the park where the gig was to be held, she remembered her dream and felt that icy chill again. As Karlie got closer to the venue she could see the workmen setting up. Then, suddenly an enormous "Bang" rose from the grounds and she heard a bystander scream "He's fallen, somebody's fallen!" Then his voice was drowned out by the screams and cries for help. Karlie then realized the horrible truth.
Her deadly dream had come true.
Jessica Weston
Bob The old disheveled truckie stepped wearily out of the cab. His darkly stubbled face matched the oil-stained, dark blue singlet and wide, grey pants he was wearing. As he moved towards the ancient, paint-peeling bench, all you could hear was the crunch of his worn, brown boots as they moved across the hard, grey gravel. He moved even closer to the bench. The truckie's shoulders drooped, his eyes flickering, daring to escape to the peaceful world beyond.
Suddenly, he collapsed upon the bench.
He curled up in a tight ball, dribble dripping down his chin, looking just like a baby. A small bottle of sleeping pills fell to the ground and rolled across the gravel.
All was silent. All that could be heard was the blowing of the wind, the rustling of the trees and the soft, sweet chirp of the birds He had finally reached the peaceful place beyond. The place he had been day dreaming about for days. The place, better known to the rest of the world as sleep ....................
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