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Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #2017254
My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum.
#1017727 added September 19, 2021 at 9:46pm
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Sleep Per Chance to Dream
PROMPT September 19th

Look at the photos below. Choose any three of them and write a short story (<500 words) to tie them together. (These are photos from my travels around the world. Read the photo description to learn more about it)



         Emily tossed and turned. With a sigh she punched her pillow for what seemed like the gazillionth time. She'd tried counting sheep, but they were too noisy. Steadying her breathing, in and out, in and out Em remembered her relaxation techniques. She willed her taut muscles to relax. She made a concerted effort to force any worries from her brain. She envisioned a broom sweeping them out of sight. She gave her thoughts free will to wander wherever they wished.
         With a smile, Emily saw herself climb aboard an odd-looking motorized vehicle. It resembled a red tricycle with a canopy and a back seat. Over a rutted street she bounced and jostled while a grinning man chattered to her in a garbled rush.Vehicles rushed by her and strange new smells tickled her nose. So, this is a Tuk-Tuk she mused. Why weren't these rides available where she lived?
         Before she could consider this further Emily heard a whoosh and felt herself lifted up and away. With a thud she landed on a slick, damp, cobble-stoned path. A choking fog swallowed her whole. Swiping her eyes and gasping Em wandered into a solid stone wall. Scrabbling and reaching she slips to the ground. Something crawled across her face. Shuddering she jumps to her feet and a gust of wind spun her in fast circles.
         In a slow spiral Emily floated to the grassy ground next to a stone monument. Huh, she wondered. Somebody collected and piled all of these. Squinting she reads a plaque. Geronimo? 1909? What? When she yelled Geronimo before she leapt into the lake back home she was commemorating a dead warrior? Really?
         Emily's legs spasmed into an especially excruciating charlie horse. Springing upright into a seated bunch of nerves she rubbed her calves and panted.
         Well, so much for falling asleep now.All the mind travel had keyed her up.(354 words )

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