The Dream Walkers
by Kayla Maylor and Alex Coleman
I ran from everything behind me. My family that I never knew, they were just tall
figures with no resemblance to me; they had no physical features at all. I ran until I saw
the looming brick wall that seem to have no end. I ran to my right hoping that
somewhere there would be an end to this nightmare, but as I continued to run I realize
that the wall really was never ending.
I took one more step almost ready to turn back around but then I saw a rope
twisted into the deep cracks of the brick wall. I started to run towards the rope in order
to take my only visible chance of escape. I stupidly looked back and saw that the
unrecognizable figures had gotten closer and were picking up speed. As I ran, they
continue to chase after me, their arms swinging at a much faster speed than their bodies
were traveling. I pushed myself to run faster, so much that my heart felt like it was
beating out of my chest and I had a tightening knot in my throat urging me to breathe
more, until finally I reached the rope.
I hauled myself up and struggled to climb up. Every inch farther I got I had to
ignore the strong urge to let go and give up. As I got to the middle of the rope, my
hands were bright red and burning but I knew that I had to keep going.
The scary black shadows started frantically clawing at me in a desperate attempt
to get me down from the rope and then, to my horror, they got a firm grip around my
ankles. I started to kick my legs blindly trying to get them off me but as I did my grip on
the rope weakened and I finally let go.
I plummeted down towards the ground waiting for the creature’s slinky arms to
wrap around me and do as they wished, but that time never came. I opened my eyes
and I saw the opposite of the horrible scene from before. I was floating downwards but
instead of seeing complete darkness from before the blank space around me was a pure
white. I continued to fall until I landed on the ground. I winced from habit but I was
surprised when I land on my feet pain-free.
I looked down at myself and observed that I was no longer in my black leather
jacket and dark denim jeans from before, but in a pretty white dress that rested right
above my knees with lace frills towards the bottom. It was something I would only dream
about. I was still barefooted though. Where was I?
I cautiously stepped forward and every step was echoed by the tall hard walls.
An elegant mirror appeared in front of me and for split-‐second I saw my current self
and then I saw a more mature older version of myself. Through the mirror I saw that I
was standing in front of a large expensive-looking podium speaking but I could not hear
what I was saying. I was standing in front of a large crowd who were watching me talk.
They all looked enthralled to what I was saying. There was a flash in the background and the only
thing that I could hear was a loud scream from the frantic looking crowd which I was speaking to.
Then everything immediately blacks out and all I could see was myself in the mirror.
But now my dress was all ripped and looked like I had just fallen down a forest hill. I cautiously put
my hand on the glass but my reflection does not. Instead it screamed and the mirror shattered
and fell to the ground slowly disappearing.
To Be Continued....
by Kayla Maylor and Alex Coleman
I ran from everything behind me. My family that I never knew, they were just tall
figures with no resemblance to me; they had no physical features at all. I ran until I saw
the looming brick wall that seem to have no end. I ran to my right hoping that
somewhere there would be an end to this nightmare, but as I continued to run I realize
that the wall really was never ending.
I took one more step almost ready to turn back around but then I saw a rope
twisted into the deep cracks of the brick wall. I started to run towards the rope in order
to take my only visible chance of escape. I stupidly looked back and saw that the
unrecognizable figures had gotten closer and were picking up speed. As I ran, they
continue to chase after me, their arms swinging at a much faster speed than their bodies
were traveling. I pushed myself to run faster, so much that my heart felt like it was
beating out of my chest and I had a tightening knot in my throat urging me to breathe
more, until finally I reached the rope.
I hauled myself up and struggled to climb up. Every inch farther I got I had to
ignore the strong urge to let go and give up. As I got to the middle of the rope, my
hands were bright red and burning but I knew that I had to keep going.
The scary black shadows started frantically clawing at me in a desperate attempt
to get me down from the rope and then, to my horror, they got a firm grip around my
ankles. I started to kick my legs blindly trying to get them off me but as I did my grip on
the rope weakened and I finally let go.
I plummeted down towards the ground waiting for the creature’s slinky arms to
wrap around me and do as they wished, but that time never came. I opened my eyes
and I saw the opposite of the horrible scene from before. I was floating downwards but
instead of seeing complete darkness from before the blank space around me was a pure
white. I continued to fall until I landed on the ground. I winced from habit but I was
surprised when I land on my feet pain-free.
I looked down at myself and observed that I was no longer in my black leather
jacket and dark denim jeans from before, but in a pretty white dress that rested right
above my knees with lace frills towards the bottom. It was something I would only dream
about. I was still barefooted though. Where was I?
I cautiously stepped forward and every step was echoed by the tall hard walls.
An elegant mirror appeared in front of me and for split-‐second I saw my current self
and then I saw a more mature older version of myself. Through the mirror I saw that I
was standing in front of a large expensive-looking podium speaking but I could not hear
what I was saying. I was standing in front of a large crowd who were watching me talk.
They all looked enthralled to what I was saying. There was a flash in the background and the only
thing that I could hear was a loud scream from the frantic looking crowd which I was speaking to.
Then everything immediately blacks out and all I could see was myself in the mirror.
But now my dress was all ripped and looked like I had just fallen down a forest hill. I cautiously put
my hand on the glass but my reflection does not. Instead it screamed and the mirror shattered
and fell to the ground slowly disappearing.
To Be Continued....