Just a dream~ writing prompt

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Just a Dream

I was running, panting, and out of breath. I just couldn’t run anymore. He was behind me right on my heels. I had to get to the other side and quickly. I came to the end and I saw three Doors. I didn’t know which one was which. I had to get away and get away fast. It was eenie meenie miney mo on the go. I chose the door on the right. I don’t know why it just seems like that was where I supposed to go. I had this vibe, this intuition, telling me that safety was beyond that door. As I opened the door, a strong wind was whipping around the other side and trying to suck me in. The wind wasn’t colorless it was all different bright colors. I knew immediate death was imminent if I didn’t cross that threshold. The man with the ax had caught up to me.
“Don’t go through that door, young lady.” he growled.
“All you have to do is submit to me and this ax here doesn’t have to become your new best friend.” he slyly said with a half grin on his face.
I froze just from his words. I knew I had to make some sort of move.
I looked at his disheveled face and then noticed the blood dripping from the ax. With my hand on the knob I turned around and jumped into the whirling vortex of air with my eyes closed.
I said a prayer knowing this was my end. As the wind sucked me in, my whole body jerked like a seizure. My eyes opened and I was back home in my bed, panting and sweating. I looked at the clock to see the time and it had only been 5 minuted since I fell asleep. The clock displayed 2:17 and if you turn that number upsidedown it looks like LIZ. Elizabeth is my first name, but everyone calls me Liz.

Just a Dream

All My Best,
Jill M Roberts

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In Loving Memory/Writing Prompt

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March 3, 2080

Roberts, Jill M, born to Carmel and George on the 25th Of June 1976 in New York City.
M. Stefan Czarnecki 2002-2065
Left behind two children, Liam and Emma
Lived in London and New York
Jill was a wonderful mother, daughter, granddaughter, wife, and friend
At the age of 25 she battled cancer and won. She loved many and they her.
Her legacy is her children and writing.
She was a poet and lover of British history and wrote about the legendary King Arthur.
May she Rest In Peace

In Loving Memory