3-sentence stories: Day 6

[xfirefly9x]

We're already nearing the end of this challenge. This week has gone by so quickly!

Have you written anything for these prompts that you might expand into a longer piece? Let us know in the comments alongside your story for today's prompt.

The challenge: Write a three-sentence story that involves the prompt and share it in the comments! The prompt doesn’t have to be used with the precise wording - just make sure it’s clear the prompt has inspired the piece.

There's no deadline on these stories, though sooner is better if you'd like others involved in the event to read and comment.

Day 6: Reflections of a dream

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Red vs Blue ; Washington ; PG [s18]

[erinm_4600]

Inevitably, David's hand will find its way to his neck, settling at his collarbone for support as his fingers graze the unblemished skin. More often than not, he'll find a mirror, just to make sure there's nothing there, yet the feeling remains that something should be.

Something's crack-a-lackin'... but he just doesn't know what.

[guildrone]

Roaring cheers rang in her ears; wind whipped fresh across her face. For all the adrenaline coursing through them, her legs still couldn’t help but ache…

…For all she’d dared to dream, it was about damn time.

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Was drawing blanks for a bit, until thinking back to my most recent obsession. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a few horse girls to do good by…

“Super Smash Bros. Ultimate”, Luigi & Mario

[supermario128]

That night, Luigi didn’t sleep well as he tossed and turned, constantly replaying the argument in his mind in a fluid state of awake and asleep, past and present—it all blurred until he couldn’t tell if it were even him and Mario arguing anymore that he was dreaming, and by the time he woke up, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mario,” Luigi began, sheepishly standing near where Mario sat next to the extinguished fire (still safe, still sound, yet...), “I’m sorry—e-everything has been scaring me so bad lately, and-and I keep feeling like I’m gonna lose you, and...”

His vision blurred, and it was hard to keep his chin up, but he knew Mario had stood up as he was soon engulfed in a tight hug.

Dreamshare - Johannes Cabal

[dualscreen]

The fact Horst dreamed at all was more than unusual, given a vampire's daily rest held more commonality with death than sleep— but he did dream, and those nightly apparitions were as perplexing as they were perilous.

A distinct air of being someone else, not himself, trapped somewhere terrible, somewhere that didn't make sense, make any sense at all, as if reality were a dream, a dream made walking, where nothing and everything coalesced inwards, inwards, inwards towards a singular mind-melting point where his very self had gone abruptly, terribly still—!

Horst woke in terror, Johannes' name fresh on his lips.

[zenigotchas]

TW for ABUSE

Just as mom is about the plunge the knife against my cheek, I find myself having fallen out of bed, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, goosebumps covering my skin, back in my adult body–Yet another night of the same dream.

On all fours I crawl over to the mirror in the corner but I can barely see myself in a room only lit by my nightlight, so I graze my fingers over my face carefully as I think to myself, Mommy would never have done that to me.

It's what I want to say to myself as I feel the leathery edges of the old gash on my face.

Chicago Med, Hannah/Dean

[helsinkibaby]

Dean would be lying if he said he'd never imagined this, never thought about Hannah in his bedroom, in his bed, her body moving against his as her gasps of pleasure ring in his ears. He's imagined it more times than he would ever like to admit, has dreamed about it, hated himself for it because she's his friend, his best friend, and she deserves better than to be the subject of some old man's lustful fantasies.

Until the night that she comes to his house, she kisses him, she leads him to his bedroom and proves to him that some dreams are even better in reality.

Pokémon Legends Arceus - Akari

[lumiosecity]

Sometimes Akari is almost able to convince herself that it was all just a bad dream, some sort of terrible nightmare brought upon by a particularly mischievous ghost or Ghost-type.

That would be the easiest answer, wouldn’t it? There’s no way she had the voice of legends ringing in her ears, and she’s certainly not the sort to catch their attention anyhow— it must have all been a temporary bout of madness, never mind the scars, never mind her name and face appearing in the history books.