"The Dream"

For whatever reason, you decide to walk away from the cave. It disturbs you... but then you find that you can't get away. You're stuck. The sand has eaten your feet and is holding your ankles prisoner. You don't feel pain, however, or see any blood; it would have faded away into the sand by now. You continue to try to get away, but you just can't.

The cave begins to move and develop. You realize that it's getting bigger and that the hot breeze you were feeling was the breath of some kind of monster that lies before you and is now rushing forward, ready to devour and end this nightmare. You struggle in vain, clawing at the sand in hopes of obtaining a foothold or something to drag you out of this mess, but with an unexpected, enveloping blackness and a loud, slurpish chomp, the creature consumes you.

Again you close your eyes tightly, but this time you try to scream. Nothing works. Your voice is blocked and you can't get enough air to force out even a whimper from your drowning throat. You finally touch something soft. You cling to it tightly, like a child clutching a safety blanket, but it rips lose in your hands. You try to grab it again and the same thing happens. Then you open your eyes, afraid at what you might find...

You are in a field. The rain is soft, like a mist on the wind that is cold but pleasantly so. You look up at the sky to find it covered in clouds, swollen and cottony, their colors painted in various shades: A dark, angry, stormy black at some points and variable shades of gentle silver at others, while throughout little tufts and peices have faded to a pallor, an indescribably boring and innocent gray. You can see some iron-colored rocks and boulders not far off, while a wood-and-barbed-wire fence lines the distant edge of your safe haven.

You feel like you could go to sleep here and never wake up. Nothing could hurt you here. There's even flowers: tiny, little puffs of naive, purple clover have dotted the plains, speckled with the frosty raindrops and bobbing and nodding childishly with the wind. You lay down upon the soft, cushiony grass and feel your cheek press against the soil. You are little again, too. No one could find you here...

Then, over the top of the grass as you're lying down, you see something stirring in the atmosphere. You abruptly sit up, your heart skipping a beat as you get the sense that "something wicked this way comes". You are terrified again but you don't dare to scream and disturb the beautiful silence of the fenced-in prairie. The thing on the wind forms again, and it's running toward you. It's a nonsense thing, a combinations of twisted winds and shadows, its two eyes glowing like feeble stars as it chases after you. For a second you want stop and listen to what it wants, but an overpowering urge to escape tells you otherwise.

You turn to run away and come face to face with the thing at your back. You really do scream this time as you stumble backward, a shock blasting like electricity at the sight of the thing so close, so close it could almost touch you. DON'T TOUCH ME, you want to say, but the thing keeps coming after you anyway and your voice is unable to work anymore. Like a little child, you want to cry... But you can't. You're too grown-up for that. You have to run.

You speed away, ever nerve in your body shivering with fright. You can see it in your peripheral vision, trying to head you off as you race closer and closer to the fences. Can you jump it? You're going to have to. You almost run face-first into it but you skitter to a halt and almost fall down as you try to turn around to the side quickly on the dew- and rain-spattered grass. You stumble for a bit before regaining momentum again, but you feel as if you could run forever if you have to, to get away from that thing. The feeling is wonderful, almost as if you could fly --

The creature's arms grasp around you tightly and you're frozen with fear, too scared to even scream. The horrible, frightening thing pulls you closer into its embrace, holding you tighter and tighter until it whispers into your ear: "Wake up."

Wow, I can't believe I'm the first to comment on your story here. D: I liked it! You were very descriptive throughout, and had a neat twist at the end. You have some good writing skill and I look forward to reading more of your work. :]