The Creeps – Fiction, write a story including what it is you find disturbing. This could be a dream, phobia, or thought you've had. Non-Fiction, write about an event or blog that includes your fear
The Edge. It loomed far below. Just a step more and gravity would take hold with a soft grip. At first. Then it's hold would tighten around my being as speed of my fall would increase making the ground evermore closer.
The wind would rush by without worry or cause of way a being like me was passing by in its domain. Whoosh of sound blocking anything else if someone were to call out. Though it was strange that everything was muffled even without having taken that one step.
Without much further into the thought the step was taken. The fall was swift in my decent. The flip hitting my stomach hard forcing my mind into shock that it awakes.
Short breathes were heard as I glanced around the familiar room that was mine. Heart beating like a runaway drum within my chest. I began to understand that it had only been one of those stupid falling dreams that always left one having adrenaline shooting through their veins.
A few minutes pass before I found myself flipping backward onto my bed. Irritation at the dream for making me become awake with less of a chance of getting back into sleeps embrace. Taking a look to the clock next to my bed I found it was only early morning. With a huff of breath leaving my lips I arose to get dressed. Looks like a morning run was in the plans now.
More will be coming as time goes by.