Brown wood bench. Surrounded by tremendous trees. Birds are chirping over my head, winds are howling through my hair and a flaming torch was in the palms of my right hand. but why am I holding a torch?
"Rain! Rain!" a soft voice appears behind my back. I quickly turned and saw a huge lion with a golden fur walking towards me slowly. It looks hungry. I took a step back but the lion starts to run faster and faster and faster. I couldn't move a muscle, so I stood still with the flaming torch still on my hand. Then he roars. So loud even when I close my ears I can still hear the vibrations from the roar. I closed my eyes and when I open my eyes, the lion's gone. I closed my eyes again then open it and I was in my bed. It's a dream, right?
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Mystery / Thrillerit all started with a road trip. written by fabilla, August 2020
