She sat on her windowsill, staring out at the blue and red sky. It was a marvelous sight. The blues and reds right next to each other but never touching. Just the right blue and red where it wasn’t clashing but looked like a dream.
Underneath the fantasy sky lay tall lush green grass. Laid out like a plush carpet, where you could lay for hours and dream of anything you could imagine. Everything around you would seem like you landed in a dream.
That’s how she had ended up here after all. From dreaming.
The trees were made of a sweet cinnamon tasting bark, and the leaves hung down in a twisted taffy fashion. Even the rocks tasted like a chocolate whoopie pie. The water tasted like water but the clearest, fresh, most thirst quenching water you had ever tasted.
Everything here was designed to draw you in, make you want to stay.
But it was all a lie.
She had ended up here from a dream. She had fallen asleep one night, outside in the forest, next to a hidden stream. She had been going there for days to think but this one night she was too tired to walk back home. When she awoke she was in this tower. This plain, rocky home with nowhere to go, nothing to do. The day she had awoken she decided to go outside and explore the area. At first everything had seemed like a dream. She had eaten from the trees, drank from the water, and laid down in the plush grass to watch the beautiful sky. And then she started to cough. It was misleading at first. Just a small cough, like happens to any of us. And then it got worse. Pretty soon she was gasping for air and she couldn’t catch her breath. She barely made it back to the tower and shut the door. She lay gasping on the floor for hours. Trying to get her air back and try to breath.
The air was in fact toxic and poisonous. Everything was designed to look tempting and relaxing so that you don’t leave. So that, by the time you realize it, it’s too late and you suffocate to death. The bodies were used to feed the monster in the woods. She had seen it, when peering out the window at night. She had hidden beneath the windowsill so it wouldn’t see her. As far as it knew, no one ever survived. It only came out at night to collect the bodies. She had tried to warn people, yelled and pounded on the window. But they couldn’t hear her and she was too afraid to go outside again. So night after night, ,week after week, month after month, she watched people fade away and the monster continue to eat. It could’ve been years and years for all she knew, she had been up in the prison for what felt like eternity.
Hey guys, this is another short story for you guys. I’m sorry if they all seem like excerpts. Sometimes I come up with what I think are really cool ideas for a story but I suck at fleshing them out into full length stories, so I usually just write as much as I can come up with. Originally I wanted to keep my ideas copyrighted so that they couldn’t be stolen but I personally think I am being selfish because, realistically, I will probably never write a book and, even if I did, my mind is so full of random twisted ideas that I’m sure I could come up with a new base concept. Therefore, if you read any of my short stories and feel inspired to write a longer version or a whole novel then feel free. I only ask two things. 1-you somehow send me a copy so that I can see what the inspiration turned into and 2-you put me in the acknowledgements. Thank you and I hope you find this inspiring, Let me know what you think.
On a side side note, on a different blog I used to do with someone, I used to do a quote of the day where I shared a quote or song/movie quote that inspired me and what I took from it. It seemed to be fairly popular there and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in that here?
Thanks and please let me know!