Photo Challenge Prompt: Dream World #flashfiction #amwriting #photochallenge


Thank you to MindLoveMiseryMenageria for the picture prompt:

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Marvin couldn’t believe this place he’d woken up in. He was eight-years-old in this world, but he wore a space suit. Not the fake dress-up clothes space suit, but an authentic one as the astronauts who flew to the space station wore. 

He was on a planet which wasn’t earth. It was night and the blue-grey sky was alight with stars which lit Martin’s path on dark-green grass like terrafirma. 

Marvin wanted to feel the grass but he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to breathe on this planet.

 The most fascinating feature of this environment was that the sea was one with the sky. Marvin wasn’t sure how this was possible, but earth-like sea creatures floated above him. He laughed as a blue whale swam past, stars glittering around the creature.

Marvin was amused to see starfish stuck in the sky, as if they were actual stars. Marvin reached for a starfish and the world he was in dissolved around him. 

When he awoke, Marvin was thirty-eight-years-old and lying in a hospital bed. His wife Lorna sat by his bed, grasping his hand: 

“Marvin you’re back. It’s been a scary forty-eight hours.”He couldn’t speak, it hurt to move. 

In truth, Marvin was disappointed to see Lorna, to be alive. What kind of accident was he in which he was hurt so awfully?  He was painfully drowsy and Martin allowed his mind to slip back into his dream world. 

He was a boy once again and in his astronaut suited hand, he was holding a starfish glowing bright orange and wriggling. He felt such hope and peace in this dream world.

Marvin did not struggle with his drowsiness, to stay in the real world, where Lorna and severe pain waited. 

As he drifted off to explore his dreamscape, he heard the beeps of his heart rate go flat.

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Writing 101 – Sleep –  ” Terror’s Embrace”



In the battle with soft covers, her body cries for sleep; for in this nightmare, her weeping will not cease.

There are spiders spinning webs and a room that needs vacuuming; having spiders on the brain is a terrible fear of hers.

And she can feel the pain of her muscles as her fingers clench; her neck throbs incessantly. And she is trying to run away and sink into a pink sunrise.

In a dreamscape made of terror, could morning come any sooner? But coiled in her mind is the snake gliding around her body, telling her she cannot sleep tonight.

It surrounds her ribs and she is short of breath; the coils are an evil, slippery and slimy, another nightmare calling. Turning her body purple as she fights to find some air.

And then there is the sharp pain in her body; a multiple stabbing in her stomach, something worse than hunger. And her child is screaming as the darkness kills her.

The pain it feels real, but she is watching from a distance. The blood pools below, and the poor boy keeps watching. His mother crying awfully, telling him to run.

And then she is trying to find a home. But everyone turns her away. Clearly, she recalls, “there was no room at the inn.” And she never finds her home until she transforms into a girl.

Then she is back with her family. Playing Lego with her brothers, before she sees spiders spinning. She tries to smash them and to vacuum the webs away.

Her body arches and rises, it aches to wake. She is trying to get up. But a rush of blood to her brain causes spinning. And she cannot bend her neck.

She waits, and looks to escape her dream. But a nightmare has hold of her. She is indebted to the darkness; an avenging angel caught in terror’s embrace.

Will she ever wake? Glory comes at the rising of the sun. She will destroy the dreamscape forging with fire in her eyes.

The haunted becomes the hunter and spiders burn in their webs.  She heals stab wounds with a battle cry and fire burns her assailant.

She cuts the snake to pieces and finds a place to call her home. In her bedroom is her, lying on the bed. She wars in cotton sheets in dreams. A woman who controls her nightmares; she is Queen of her own fears.

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