Fiction

Gasping for breath and gripping the edge of the bed, Isac laid sweat soaked devoid of covers frozen in terror from the nightmare, which recently began to recur with an alarming frequency. Eyes darting wildly, searching for something, anything, which might provide some comfort for the flood of tears that, came with realization that it had only been a nightmare. A nightmare stemming from a reality he could not escape. The reality where he had …

…a while.” “I hope it’s better than the last one!” Isac taunted. Rachell squeaked, “Isac! Don’t egg him on I al-most died last time and you don’t want us all to get killed.” “Oh Rachell, Mark can’t kill our characters, they are a match for whatever he can through at us.” Isac taunted. Mark “Don’t be so sure, only time will tell if you are all you think you are.”