The Doorway
For James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge
This was written for James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza. The prompt was to write a fantasy fiction or a poem about your most recent dream(s).
Music is "You Make Me Feel So Dead" by Pitbull Daycare from the "Saw" Soundtrack.
The Doorway
I could hear birdsong through the door, I went towards it and pushed and realised that the birdsong was my alarm clock.
The door had opened and I was in my bed and dream began to fragment immediately. The final room with the bloodstained walls and chains that I didn't think I would escape from.
I had been chased by something, a dream denizen, guarding the secrets of the night from human-kind.
It chased and it warned me to never return until I got to the final room and shut the door on it. The door looked like it was going to fold inward and shatter.
The state of the room implied that others had met their fate here but I need to find a way out. I don't know how I found the door out but I wondered if the chaser was a Cenobite and would come after me to the waking world but that door seemed to be holding.
I found the final door and woke, half expecting to hear the howl of some hellish creature, but all I got was the birdsong alarm, and the nightmare faded to oblivion.
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By Kendra J. Anthony6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Excellent!
Well that was a wee bit chilling 😳
That's sooooo terrifying! I loved this!
Chased by a monk? Now that's scary! (Seriously.)
Omg that's quite frightening!
Bravo! Its wonderful
Wonderfully written!!! Creative & impressive!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕