Nocturnal Detritus.
Stranded in the land of lost dreams I find myself amidst failed hopes, discarded promises, darkness and light. Myriad small droplets contain the broken, half finished and littered remnants of a million nightly journeys. They lie dark, pearlescent and unending; luring like ripened fruit. I lift up a droplet and gaze into someone else's dreamscape. So many drip past my eyes yet none give me the answer I seek. How am I here?
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Is this a story? Damned if I know, but by kind permission it's based on a poem by Wattpad user whyteoleandar (see link).
http://www.wattpad.com/757547-land-of-lost-dreams
I was intending to try and make it into something a lot longer and I may well yet do so but I came across a site (below) which posts up 75 word paragraphs (75 words including the title!).
http://www.paragraphplanet.com/submission.htm
It sorta intrigued me and that poem popped into my head, the rest as they say is history =]
ThanksOleandar!
All comments welcome on this one I'd be intrigued to know what you think.
A Drabble is a 100 word short, so would this be a Dribble?
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