STUCK
A man with a black mustache was in a elevator. The elavator's doors opened. All he could see was a yellow room. It had flickering lights. He never knew this part of the building. Then he saw a black skeleton. The skeleton was swift. The skeleton grabbed the man. The elevator dissapeared.
Little Idea: you're dreaming and when you wake up, you can't. You can only keep on dreaming.
The darkness was closing in. It had been for some time, and in the back of their heads, they knew. What had always been invisible, ignored, was about to be their new reality. They saw a pale ghostly girl, but never cared. I was hidden in the back of the classroom, blending in the the bustle of their lives. But in their light, was my darkness. The darkness that would soon be shared. Because beneath my dark hair and hidden eyes, something was stirring, and would soon be released.
Question: "Name something you'd probably never want the police to find in the trunk of your car." Answer: "Pickles"
