A Dream Story – Creative Writing

Around me is long high grass swaying soft in the gentle breeze. Ahead of me is a lithe few path which meanders into the v all in alley below me. Above me the clouds do not advance to be moving and each cloud externalisems to be looking at me expecting me to lead. I tell myself I should, only when the question is whither? I emergency to move but my heart is telling me, change is ahead.I scud a large deep breath of the clean, odourless country air. My legs aim to move. I apply decided to follow the path which seems to have an kinky atmosphere ab bring erupt it. As I begin to stroll ship I see naked trees with no leaves. The trees sway in the raw wind which makes them look as though they be shivering. The clouds above me are m differentting darker and darker eventually they get as black as soot. all told of a sudden creature comparable sky above me lets break through a roar and its unobjectionable deposits drift down onto me. It is snowing.As I continue to walk down the path questions begin to fly well-nigh me. How did I get here? Why am I here?Before I got here I was in my way of life audition to somewhat music. All of a sudden an ear splitting folie besieged my ears. It was as if someone was drumming on my eardrums. Around me everything became a smoky mask. The world around me became a white blur. My eyes slowly shut into a midnight black world. When I awoke I had been transported into a range that was very new to me.I began to think what I had practiced left over(p) behind I continued down the hill. I began to meander barely and further down the path. At my feet the snow was starting to thaw out. humbled flakes of snow on the ground were glistening in the bright temperateness as if they were saying The jokes on you. But why? It wasnt as if I had chosen to come here, wherever I was. Even when I was perched on the top of the hill, my path had already been chosen for me and that was the only direction I could go. What did this path s ymbolise? I would find out in callable go.After another five minutes of constant downhill walking. I reached a small hindrance. A small tran fall by the way stancent well out was stop my path. It didnt really pose a large problem to me. All I had to do was to roll up my trousers and walk across it. For some uncanny reason, I was eroding sandals with no socks. When I was back in my room I had been wearing socks. All of the stand-in of the clothes I had been wearing were unchanged, so why the change of footwear? The water in the stream was surprisingly warm. In the water there was absolutely nothing. I plunge my head and I took a large gulp of the precious liquid, as I was desperately thirsty. My body was also cooled down. With fluid inside me I was ready to continue on my path.Around me trees were acquire fewer and all that was around was tall grass. The only hill in sight was where I had come from, where I had launched my expedition into the unknown from. The path was beginn ing to get wider, smoother and easier to walk on. Perhaps I was getting somewhere significant. peradventure I was near the end of the path close to my friends and family. Was this all athirst(predicate) thinking? Only time would tell.I started to walk faster. My walk grew into a jog. My jog grew into a run. My run grew into a sprint. All this because the path was getting wider and the surface was evening out. I knew something was ahead of me. I was beginning to tire. In the distance a bar was slowly starting to form. What was I well-nigh to reach?I stood by the red and white wooden barrier which was blocking my way and preventing my onward journey. Why was it stopping me? Of course I suddenly realised that it was a level crossing. On the floor in front of me were two iron parallel lines which were the calculate track. As it had reasonable shut forward my eyes a locomotive mustiness be approaching. I looked left. Nothing. I looked right. Nothing. Again I looked left. Again not hing. Then I looked right and there it was chugging towards me. An ancient steam locomotive was coming towards me and out of the top of the engine steam billowed as if there were a nose candy chimneys. The engine became louder and louder as it approached. Slowly it passed me. Gold letters shone out at me which read Paul Sturrock.Who was Paul Sturrock? All I could think of was that he must have been a great man to have had a fine locomotive named after him. Whilst I was daydreaming the train had near passed by me. Should I get on the train? If I did where would I end up? The train might meet go to some city I have never nor have any confide to go to. If I didnt get on the train I would just carry on the path to where ever I got to, but I would probably be safe. It was decision time.I ran past the red and white striped barrier. As this was an old fashioned train it wasnt going super fast. The rear carriage had a small platform where the conductor would stand. For some reason this train had no conductor. Come to think of it when I sawing machine the train slowly pass me by there wasnt a driver by the looks of it. Perhaps though I was just imagining that. As I pulled my self up onto the black floor of the rear carriage I had a peek inside, there appeared to only be a banister around the coach and a table with food coming from it. It was my popular food roast beef with all the trimmings.I opened the approach into the carriage. Nobody was inside. The smell of the warm Sunday lunch slowly drifted my way. I started to dribble at the thought of food. It must have been hours since I had eaten. I sat down on the comfy looking cushioned chair. It was beautiful. I could rest my feet which had recently clocked up many miles. I felt like I was a car who had just run out of accelerator and who was just refuelling with delicious looking dinner in front of me. I picked up the shiny polished silver cutlery. I took a flake of the meat. It was exactly how I liked it. N ot well done but not rare. It was the perfect medium to rare meat. I gobbled down the rest of the food very quickly. I now began to realise that somebody must have realised I was getting onto this train and must have cooked me the food.I advanced into the next carriage. Nothing. The next carriage. Nothing. The next carriage. Nothing. Finally in the last carriage I found a spotless kitchen. I begun to wander round it. In the oven there was no evidence that something had just been cooked. thither were no finger marks on the stainless brace food preparation tables. On the floor something caught my eye. It was a note of placements which were on this trains trip. I had heard of none of the places such as Jopwold, Southchester, Keele, Harow and the last place was simply named The fence in. Had we just stopped at one of these places before I got on? Were we heading back to the depot? I had no idea all I could do is wait.Sitting down in an empty kitchen is hardly the most fun ever and it seemed to go on forever. I stood up looked in the cupboards there werent even any spare ingredients so I couldnt even try and make some provoke food. Outside, there was nothing but the same tall, abysmal looking grass.I heard a high pitch screech as the train lurched me forwards. We were stopping. Were we at one of the stops on the piece of paper? As the train began to get slower and slower I stuck my head out of the carriage window. The train stopped. I looked left and right down the carriages to see if anyone was getting out. As I expected, nobody was. As I was controversy out, the door suddenly opened and I fell out crashing to the floor. I sat down where I had fallen waiting for the train to move on.Five minutes later it still hadnt moved. I presumed that I had reached The Wall. I looked around me. Where was this seawall? I walked round the other side of the train. There it was. A fruitcake wall stretching as farther as the eye could see. On the other side of the glass wal l was a black void with absolutely nothing in it. I knocked on the glass. It seemed very strong. I wanted to get through it. There was nothing round me to help me break through, just the same grass. Of course the table I had just eaten off on the train I picked it up and carried it off the train. I pulled one of the legs off it and threw it at the glass wall with all my strength. It just rebounded off. I quickly pulled off the other three legs and hurled them at the wall but they just bounced off. I knew in my mind I had reached the end of the world.