Beast | A 100 Word Story

#130 Seven of Light

Every night I dream I’m running through the woods at night. Dark and mysterious. I’ve never been there before yet it feels like it’s my home. The ground beneath my bare feet is wet from rain. I’m being chased by something in the dark. I can hear its heavy breathing and low growl behind me. A beast?

I know I’m dreaming. If I can just make myself wake up then I’ll be safe. My chest is tight with fear as—

—suddenly I’m falling. Above me I can see stars in the sky. The wind against my face just before I—