by Dan J Roberts - Author

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“Where is my other shoe?”

Why would it not be here with the other one? Shoes do not simply walk away. At least not shoes without feet in them.

But where had I left it?

Then it hit me. The dog must have taken it.

After lunch, I searched by the tree where he usually stashed his ill-begotten goods, but my missing shoe was nowhere to be found.

What I did find was a heavy pen and a book titled Self-Hypnosis by Siesta Slumber. I couldn’t stop myself. I sat down to read.

“Forget the shoe.”

I’m getting very sleepy…

by Jesse R Traynham - Author

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Words: 100

Charlie lived for her leather journal full of palaces, markets, and strange people.

She scribbled her ideas until sleep took her beneath the old, sprawling oak tree, its roots reaching deep down.

Charlie wandered the corridors of a vibrant, regal city, the warm stones below her feet.

As she browsed the market, she found the master cobbler who made old shoes new again. Charlie wished she had the money. She opened her wallet. The exact amount was there.

She woke abruptly. Ink smudged her face. Her feet were dirty from cobblestone streets. Her dying shoes were reborn. It worked again.

by Eolas Pellor

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Words: 100

“Another one?” the gardener asked. “You’d think they’d have learned.” He looked at the young woman sleeping under the elder tree.

“I found two little ones sitting in the faerie ring the other day,” the sutler replied. “No sign of parents nowhere, neither.”

“What did you do?” the gardener asked.

“Shooed them out,” the other elf answered. “They need peace, but here is not the place for them”

They hadn't always come here willingly. Once humans had feared faerie; now their world had turned on them. They looked at the world of humans, just beyond the elder, and they sighed.

by Neviena Dēls

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Words: 100

She fell asleep beneath the old tree with the book open on her chest, a promise half read. In dreams, the distant city called her name, its towers bending like thoughts she never finished. She walked its corridors, solving symbols etched in the air, each answer unlocking a door she feared to open. When the final door yielded, it showed her own quiet life, waiting, unchanged. She woke with dusk settling, the page fluttering. The city faded, but the question remained. She closed the book, stood, and chose a different path home. Tomorrow, she would begin again, writing the answer.

by Kathy Goddard writer

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Words: 100

‘Why is she still down there? She needs to be here, where she belongs.’

The queen patted her husband’s shoulder.

‘This castle in the sky can’t offer trees and flowers.’

‘We have clouds and rainbows and birds.’

‘All of which can be seen from there too. She likes to kick off her shoes, feel the grass beneath her feet, smell the flowers and drift into sleep leaning against that tree.’

‘She’s needed here. The storm clouds are gathering. The king stared through the telescope at his daughter.

‘I suppose she can stay a bit longer. Let her finish her dream.’

by Mark Traynham

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“I just want to sit here under this tree and read my favorite book. You can take my wheelchair back with you, I wont need it anymore.”

The nurse pushed her wheelchair slowly back up the hill. She could hear Andrea singing, “where the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”

The birds seemed to sing along with her and she looked so peaceful.

“Do you think she will be okay?” asked Doctor Wellborn.

"It is what she wanted,” replied Nurse. ”I will keep an eye on her.”

Later that afternoon, Andrea passed peacefully over the rainbow.

by Mary Zuelke Author

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Words: 100

“The Zen dome protects us.” General Zad argued. “Centuries have passed since we’ve sent out a battalion. We don’t know what to expect.”

“A better life awaits! I’ve shown you the evidence based on the old writings. The time is now; we must take a chance.” Zak slammed his fist down. “Our world is dying. The dome is breaking.”

A rumble swept through the chamber, dust drifted down.

The Premier breathed heavily. “Life has stagnated. No other recommendations have come forward. This may be our chance. Send out the unit.”

A smile crossed Zak’s face. “This is only the beginning.”

by John Cox

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Words: 100

Sue didn't know her stories came from her dreams and her dreams came from a real place. She called the place Avalon.

Avalon was a magical land full of mystery. Sue felt as many authors due. Like she was channeling the story from a source beyond herself.

I'm this case, it was true. She thought someone was telling her the story and she was just writing it down. In fact, she was visiting Avalon in her dreams and her subconscious self was telling her the story of her own adventures.

Turns out portals, aliens, and lost civilizations, are all true.