The Daily Prompt – September 19th


1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)

3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the ‘Best Of’ section.


The Prompt: 

Title: Wake Me Up When ________________


  1. Emma Bower

    Wake Me Up When…

    I couldn’t tell you what having a good dream was like, growing up all I ever had was nightmares. My gram’s told me that I was a Nightmare. Literally. She used to tell me stories of my ancestors and how they could get into peoples minds and create nightmares – even when that person was awake. The most powerful a Nightmare could get was when they could make the dreams a reality. She told me I was only a beginner, since I am only able to create nightmares in my own head, when I’m asleep. She told me that I was only able to dream of places I’ve been and people I’ve seen, which often gave the dreams a scarier effect. I used to think that my gram’s was a drunken fool, but boy was I ever wrong.

    Wake me up when this nightmare ends, I told myself before I drifted off into sleep. I thought I was awake when I was counting sheep, but at some point those sheep turned into wolves. Wolves who kept eating the damn sheep I kept dreaming up. But once I got past all that, dreaming wasn’t so bad. I could control the direction of my dreams pretty well, as long as nothing good came out of them. If I tried to dream of something happy, I would loose all control and be lost in the darkest of places until I woke up.

    This dream was like many that I have had before, being chased in the woods by someone I held dear, trying to kill me.Tonight it was my best friend Rebeca – her eyes crazed, clothes torn, chasing me with an ax, or some other kind of weapon. Then there was me, bruised, bleeding, and scared – filled with adrenaline as I ran from my killer. Things seemed more vivid than they usually were. I could smell the pine trees and the blood that dripped from my nose. I could feel the sticks break beneath my feet, and the pain in my sides as I ran for my life. There was something different about this dream. It felt off. Not like the others that I had had so many times before. I could feel myself start to shiver then, as a strange sensation came over my body. Taking my eyes off of my feet, I turned to see if my killer was still following me. Seeing Rebeca nowhere in sight I moved my attention forward again, only to run into something hard. The shivers stopped. Everything went black.

    My eyes flung open as my hand instantly went to flip on my lamp, only to find that nothing was there. Was I on the wrong side of the bed? I blinked several times, trying to let my eyes adjust, and searched for the familiar shapes that I would find in my room. Is that a tree? Eyes widening, I got to my feet and looked at the forest around me. My hand flung to my mouth that hung wide open, only to meet something sticky. Eyes now adjusted to the dimly lit night, I looked at my fingers that were stained red and held my breathe so that a scream would not escape from my lips. I turned slowly, as realization kicked in. My nightmare had become real.

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