It's Just a Bad Dream
A 50 word short story
“It’s just a bad dream.”
That’s what mum always said, shushing me back to sleep after another screaming nightmare.
But, as I wake covered in blood, in a house that stinks of death, I know, no matter how many times I say those five words, they were always a lie.
So, I’ve got a couple of people to thank for this story.
Firstly, to for providing me with another great prompt to write 50 words based on “Dreaming” : -
People who know my writing will be aware that I suffer from night terrors and so it was with great interest that I read this brilliant little story from fellow sufferer : -
We also got chatting in the comments about our common affliction, and it reminded me that once, many years ago, I did wake to find that my nightmare was real. I came to, lying in bed, with my face covered in blood, and having no idea what had happened. However, I suppose I better save that story for another day.
Anyway, that was where the inspiration came from for this little tale, so I hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Nice punch at the end!
"I came to, lying in bed, with my face covered in blood, and having no idea what had happened." You can't leave us with this without saying what happened, Dan!!
"But, as I wake covered in blood, in a house that stinks of death..." Excellent line. First the blood, then a house that stinks of death, and then tied back to the opening line. Excellent.