This is a piece that I took out of one of my longer stories. I will post the link to the longer story at the end of the short story piece.
I was sitting in class doodling in my notebook as usual when I looked out the window and I saw that it was raining. It was odd because I was just drawing a picture of the rain and a woman, an evil looking woman standing in it staring up. I stood up and walked over to the window, in my own little world, and I looked down and there she was staring directly at me. She smiles creepily before she jumps straight up at the window, at me.
I shoot up out of bed sweating like crazy. That was such a freaky dream. I get up and open my notebook and there is the picture of the woman standing in the rain. I grab my pencil and erase her face and redraw it to make it not so creepy. I don’t want that kind of creepy, evil person in my imaginary world.
“That’s better.” I say. I stretch and yawn and start getting ready for school.
“Matt! Hurry up! You have a visitor!” I hear my mom yell at me. I finish getting ready and look at myself in the mirror. I start heading downstairs when I finally realize what she had said.
“Wait, I have a visitor? At 7:00 in the morning? Who is it?” I ask. She shrugs.
“I don’t know but she seems like a really nice girl.” She says. I back up the stairs and run to my room. I flip through my notebook until I find another picture. It was a girl, around my age, and she was standing in the middle of the street with a car racing towards her. Good. It wasn’t real. I run down the stairs, relieved. I walk into the kitchen and my mom is talking to the girl.
“What’s your name, sweetheart? I don’t remember you being one of Matt’s friends.” She asks.
“Kathryn. I don’t exactly know what I’m doing here but I felt compelled to come here. I almost got hit by a car this morning because I was so set on getting here.” She replies. I stop in my tracks as I’m walking around the corner. Almost got hit by a car? She’s supposed to be a drawing not a real person.
“Kathryn?” I ask myself. I don’t remember giving them names but I might have in my trips to my dream world. I walk around the corner and look at the girl again. She looks exactly like my picture. “What are you doing here?” I ask her. She turns around and smiles.
“I’m walking to school with you. Besides I need to talk to you about something of some significant importance.” She says, still smiling. I walk into the kitchen, past her and I brush her arm and she’s ice cold.
“Might I ask what you are?” I say.
“You drew me, shouldn’t you know?” She says. I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open.
“That’s impossible. Pictures can’t come to life.”
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