Flash Fiction

Running on the uneven ground, trembling, stumbling, and falling. Strange creatures and sounds from all around, scratching and screaming. Shadows eating their way into your imagination and destroying all rays of hope… adrenaline pumping through you: dodging, moving objects around you. Feeling there is a purpose but not knowing it, desperately trying to find it. The only thing that drives you is not knowing or not knowing what will happen next. And once found you awake from the fantasy that is sleep…