Monday, August 3

100 Word Exercise- Magic

  I was having that dream again. I didn’t know where I was, only that I was somewhere dank and dreary. I couldn’t speak or move. The only thing I could see was a glass jar resting on the floor. Everything else was obscured. The jar was a gold-plated thing, with silver veins running upon it, up and down. A yellow dust, as yellow as the jar itself was floating in it. As my gaze focused more, I was able to see images swirling in the dust. Not people, creatures so horrifying it was impossible to imagine they were real.