Creative
Dream Story:
It
was a late dark night at the time of the h appening, the wind gave a
bitter chill to the end of my fingertips and the silentness of the
area was deafeningly quiet.
We
had been waiting for the prime moment to take the style of ninjas and
climb into the physical adventure course that was my old school. The
gate was shaky, and an obvious setback, but was the only possible way
in. it made a loud painful creak as we began to make our way over the
top. The tension was unbearable as we waited to see if we had been
noticed. It was fine; we were in the all clear. The school was dark
and eerie as we ventured our way into the middle of the courtyard.
All of the windows but one were completely black and desolate inside.
This one window was shining out as if it was a beacon drawing us
towards it.
Could
someone possibly be working, at this time of the night? We had to
investigate further to relief ourselves from the made up fate we had
in our heads.
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