The Power of Sleepwalking
This idea came to me because I have sleepwalked once before and this idea just popped right into my head. Enjoy.
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Frances (Fran) POV (NO Frances is NOT my name!!)
"Fran, it's time to go to bed. Get off that computer now!" I heard my mom yell. She
didn't understand my need to write. The power I felt as I my fingers tapped over the keypad was indescribable. And when my pen hit that paper it just couldn't
be stopped.
She's my mom though and I have to follow her.
"Okay, mom," I said as I logged out of my computer. I probably would never even
publish all the stories I wrote everyday and night, some of them I never even finished. I
probably never would.
As I got ready for bed I couldn't help but think about the story I was writing. I think it
was my best one yet, but I think that about every story I write. I don't care though, I just
love to write.
Whenever I write a story, I relieve it each night as it plays over in my head. I feel as
though I am the character when I do this. I feel as though it is my life story. And come to
think of it, I always put a little bit of myself into each character. I write what I live and I live what I right, I think that's how everybody feels about their writing
sometime or the other.
I jumped into bed and wrapped myself in my covers, still dreaming and thinking about
my writing and story. I fell asleep living the life of Gloria, my warrior.
I, Gloria, was running for my life no biggy. This is my typical life. Now the thing I that was chasing after me was much bigger than I had suspected or hoped it would be.
It was a Spartan, a fierce warrior of Sparta. I had broken enemy lines and they were after me, and they would show no mercy. What could I do, I was just a measly
Athenian? The worst part, I was a girl, and they didn't know that. I was dead…
I heard the sound of glass breaking. That's what woke me up. I looked around, I defiantly was not in my room anymore. I was in my living room, right by my
kitchen. Great, just great. I probably broke something while I was sleep walking. I hate it when that happens. Aww, the life of an author and a common
sleepwalker. I could just hear my mom screaming, "WHAT DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME!?" I've been sleepwalking a lot lately and each time I broke something new.
I looked around. Nothing was broken, everything was in it's place. There was no glass on the floor.
That's funny, I thought, I could have sworn I heard something braking. And that's when I heard the sound coming from the kitchen…
Hope you like the story so far. Sorry about the cliff hanger, I thought it worked out well though. I know where the story is going and probably will update when I can. I hope you like it so far and please do not make a story out of anything I have written because it helped me think of a good story that could be published. Thank you. Btw, my name is NOT Frances nor is it Gloria. You'll never have the pleasure of knowing, mwah ha ha ha.