The Mysterious Dream by Max Cope


The Mysterious






One night -which was a very mind-numbing evening- Kale was dreaming. She was dreaming of every object in existence coming to life. Everyone was scared, except for the people, by the violent, colossal, smouldering volcano, which had been dormanted for over two hundred years, was spiting solid, grey ash and molten glowing lava into the blackened sky. It had bombarded people’s homes-but that’s not what I’m here to wright about so let’s get back to the story.

Suddenly, Kale (who was an optimistic girl) awoke. She awoke as quick as a flash, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey; she saw the living objects, but she didn’t ruminate she was not dreaming because you don’t see living objects every day, do you? Kale lived in a minor village; no one could tell her the objects were real not imaginary. Kale didn’t realise she was not dreaming but other people did.

Eventually, the little girl realised that she was not dreaming, that made her scared; she hid under a dull grey, chair, lonely in the light. Also, she didn’t know the chair was alive, because if she did, I don’t think she would be under the chair. Kale had to fix this so she tried and tried and tried until she came to her last thought the thought: that got her in this situation and the thought that will get her out of this situation.

Finally, Kale dreamt of the average world with no ruthless things; only things on the earth before the dream of the objects becoming alive. It was nearly the morning and Kale was almost finished, but she was starting to dream of the objects. And this is what caused the chaos… She was about to wake up but also about to dream of the objects, it was like a countdown of 3, 2, 1, then nothing.



By Max Cope



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