Wednesday, January 28, 2009



I had a dream. In a field of sunflowers where people only speak in one word. I hated it. I wanted to kill everyone who talked to me when I got there. Strangle them with my fingers, bury my nails into their necks until they turn blue.

I said, Where am I? And a girl answered, "Hear."And she went away.

I tried to follow until I saw an old man smiling. I mumbled, Who are you? The man replied, "Me."

I turned around to find a couple holding hands. I asked, What is this place? Looking at each other, in unison they spoke, "Out."

The End

Sequel: I never got the chance to kill them. They'll choke in their own word for all I care.

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