Short stories and some Poems

Poem 3: Nightmare (Prose Poem

Description: a prose poem is a poem written like a paragraph

I screamed, nobody for miles, weeping, as he laughs. Escaping, as he chases, leaves rustle, as I run, never looking back. Running towards the road, headlights blinding, I collapse, the driver, he stops, "No, don't kill me," I scream, as he walks forth, tying my wrists, my feet, and picking me up. Startled, I wake up, just a dream, a nightmare, a fear. I rise, from my bed. Walking, as my parents slept. Going back, to the scene, the woods, the nightmare, that came true. Memories flooding back, as I walk, amongst the trees. Walking towards, the hollowed-out tree, where the blood-soaked clothes, are found. I ran away, pretending not to see, back to the nightmare. Running in the door, my parents, standing there, not a nightmare, but a memory, that nobody believed.