Another world- short story.

 Another world.

As I walked closer to the extraordinary object, I felt a familiar liquid fill up my shoes, I look down and see a turquoise creek flowing over my feet. I stepped out and found that my feet were dry as a bone.

“How strange,” I thought. I looked up and saw two blood moons shining down on my pale body, along with an infinite amount of stars. I walked for a mile or so, my feet feeling as light as a feather and my head spinning. Each meter I walked closer to the object, I felt as if my brain would evaporate out of my head; until I felt my eyes closing. I slumped to the ground hitting my head on something hard.

   I awake in a jolt as something hits me. I see a little girl about five years old faint onto my weak body. I look around wondering where I am. I get up slowly and remember what happened. I looked down at the ground where the sleeping girl lay. I move her onto her back. I look closer and almost faint with astonishment. The little girl was me. Thousands of questions flood my head. Is this the past? Or is it the future? I arose quickly to hear a rustling behind the bushes. I stood for a minute to figure out what to do if whatever it was was dangerous. But suddenly a tiny animal head pops out of the bush. I stare in confusion. It was an elephants head. But how was it so small? It was harmless so I walked away. Looking around I see the object and I walk up to it to find a button. Hesitantly I pressed it and I found myself falling. My stomach almost dropped out of my body. I woke up to find myself in a tiny bedroom clutching a moving photo. Suddenly salty hot tears fill my eyes, the photo was of my father and mother, me and my older brother dead on the ground… when I came home from school in the country I found that my town had been bombed and my family's bodies covered in blood. I realise I have been put forward in time. I got up to only to realise my family was outside. They were putting flowers on my grandmothers and grandfathers grave. I looked at the grave closest to me. The grave said: Lucy Myers a loved wife daughter and mother… r.i.p. Then I looked next to it and I read: Samson Myers a loved husband son and father...r.i.p. I felt a sudden feeling of sadness that day but the next one I read jasmine Myers… a loved mother, daughter and wife. That was me, except I wasn’t married. Not yet anyway. Now I feel the tears running down my face, howling over their gravestone still clutching the picture. I am alone. I have no friends. No family. My world has suddenly no meaning. I realise now I have no money, no home, no food on my plate. I fall again, many miles, still weeping and I feel myself suddenly slam onto my bed looking at the ceiling. My parents and my brother sitting on my bed shaking me. I feel my pillow underneath me as damp as the grass in the morning. 

“it was only a dream,” I thought to myself.

                                                                                                          

                                                                                      Written by Abby Holley.