A Story by thenightqueen

flash fiction


     You are that feeling that I get in between sleep and consciousness. It is an amazing, but traumatically confusing experience. A lucid dream. I am aware that I am dreaming, but have not yet grasp the ability to fully control my mind or actions. Then, I slowly drift into a midnight's slumber, where you still exist and we play like children. Hide and seek. I still have not found you.

     An alarm clock is rude and dreadful. I throw my arm to the side with my eyes still shut, slapping at my nightstand desperately to turn off the obnoxious noise. I want to get back to you. It is impossible. The alarm clock continues to ring, signaling the time of my wake. Time is a lucid dream.


© 2013 thenightqueen

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open to all critiques, reviews, or grammatical changes. no hate.

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The final sentence said it all - to me. Quite true.

Posted 5 Years Ago

I love short work when it is well done and this was well done. In the minimum you have, you managed to pack it with emotion and create a powerful metaphor. Great job and keep posting

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on December 14, 2013
Last Updated on December 14, 2013
Tags: flash fiction, experimental, time, lucid, dream, aware, microfiction, shortstory, short



Houston, TX

Recent graduate from the University of Texas at San Antonio. History major, anthropology minor. I like to write flash fiction and micro-fiction. more..