Joe O’Brien
He continued on. His struggle felt interminable, like time stopped; the sun never cooled, his thirst never quenched and the road never ended. He wondered if it really existed or was the city a dream. He had gone too far to second guess; no time to wonder only to walk.
Will Towle
Dry air and sunlight drowned me. Nothing but road laid ahead. Where was I? Large shadows circled my head, filling my ears with raucous noises. I looked up, nothing was there but the abyss of a blue sky. I started walking. That’s all I could do. Wander until my questions were answered.
Evan Haas
As the young child wandered down the street, he was raised up high by a strong gust of wind. He was lifted so high that the road now looked like a single strain of hair. He slammed his eyes shut, and opened them quickly, realizing he was in a dream.
Jared Holeman
Eyes fixed, hands cold, heart stopped. Through the sprawled arms of the pale corpse, a rodent wandered. The head, detached, laid mere inches from the tire tracks etched into the cold, hard road. A gaping mouth told not the story of what happened, who brought about this end of dreams.
Scott Zelov
There was no turning back, nothing to return to. His wandering mind reverted to the distant memories, the city now covered in smoke, slowly disappearing from his mind and the world at large, shrinking as the road stretched on. The struggle to survive continued, the dream of peace everlasting.
Evan Scott
I forgot about our room. She told me to clean our room. “I walk three miles down the road and come home to this? Am I dreaming!?” I felt the bullet as though it had shattered my skull. I wandered around, dodging blood, picking up socks and shirts.
Max Brooks
The blistering sun, the chilling water, the coarse sand. It appeared just a few steps ahead of me. I felt the radiating heat of the asphalt road. I was so close. I wandered onto the sand and it all went black. I knew it. It was only a dream.
John Nelligan
Standing on top of a huge rock engraved into the mountain, the sudden wisp of the wind sent chills throughout my body. Looking into the serene water, I took a step forward and leaped off. While falling it felt like forever, asking if I would ever do it again.
Mitchel Hark
I’m not sure where I’m going. I’m lost, adrift, undetermined. I am wandering. I don’t belong. I try to walk but have no feet. I see the road to success but no way of getting on it. My reality is unreal. I wish it was dream but it’s not.
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