Today I woke up with a fixed idea in my head: Put your imagination to the test. For this reason, I want to propose a dynamic. It's simple, nothing complex, don't panic yet. I'm going to start with a story, and I'll leave it unfinished, at a fundamental part of it. From then on, you will give it continuity and finish it in your own way, according to the power of your imagination. How many different possibilities of ending the story would there be? Infinite, how my nickname Ahah. Imagination is a powerful thing, and I want to see how you can weave an ending to an unfinished story. This is known in the world as collaborative stories, where multiple users write a story giving continuity as it passes through each of them. In this case, we will make a small modification, and you will only have to finish the story.
Without further ado, here we go:
Dean jumped up in bed in the middle of the night. A nightmare was bothering him, his body drenched in sweat, and in terrible pain in his chest. He had been tormented by the same nightmare for several months: While he was floating in the universe, constantly watching stars pass by, at the end of the journey he found a little boy, sitting on a milk-white pillow, with his feet and arms crossed. He's a boy of a few years old, but he looks pretty serious if that makes any sense. When they reached him, the journey stopped completely and they stared at each other, fixedly for a long time. The look of that little boy was so penetrating, with black eyes like the darkness that represents the emptiness, that Dean's head wanted to explode, he began to sweat and shake while he was in bed. Sometimes he would get up, sleepwalking, and run around the house. The "goblin" as his mother nicknamed him, he visited him exactly every Wednesday, every week, for now, 3 months. Several visits to the psychologist and hospitals, but they did not reveal anything at all.
- Dean is 7 years old and his imagination is great. Perhaps I create a character from his dolls and extrapolate it to his dreams. - The psychologist said to the mother - What generates doubts - I continue - is why the visits are exactly on Wednesdays and not another day of the week. Besides, our friend never says a word. Maybe if Dean says something to him first, try to talk to him, ask him what he wants, we will see what his intentions are and why he visits.
Dean had never opened his mouth when he was face to face with that enchanted child, sitting on top of a floating pillow, in the middle of literally nowhere.
Another week went by and it came Wednesday night. Dean didn't want to go to sleep, knowing that it was 100% certain that the goblin would be there again. He practically went to bed crying and his mother this time stayed by his side. Sleep overcame them and they fell asleep. The journey began again. The stars passed around him and he was flying like a superman through all of outer space. It was like that for a long time, until in the distance a pillow was spotted, alone. On this occasion and for the first time, the goblin did not appear for his date. There was only the pillow, floating calmly, without a trace of that child. Dean, puzzled by the change of plans, began to look for it throughout the vastness that the universe represents. His mother was next to him began to sweat cold, and put his hand to his chest, it seemed that something was bothering him. Dean, from his dream, as often happens, the touch of his mother attached to him, made him understand that he was dreaming, rather, having the same nightmare as always. He thinks that he is going to take control of his sleep, when he feels a slight breath behind him, an enormous cold on the back of his neck, a chill inside him. He turns his head slowly to discover that there he was sitting on his pillow, the goblin. With courage and dexterity, since this time he was aware that it was just another dream, our little hero was filling himself with courage, and just before he opened his mouth to ask what this little flying boy wanted, in the middle of nowhere, on a pillow, the goblin opened his mouth and showed his sharp fangs and a slightly mischievous smile was glimpsed on his lips, while a phrase came from there: "Do you want to play?"
From here onwards my friend, the story is all yours. You can give it continuity according to the power of your imagination. Feel free to let your mind fly and create an ending to this story.
If you decide to do it, refer to this article so that others can know the beginning of it.
To participate, the rules are simple:
1. Write an ending to this story.
2. Write 100% original content.
3. Tag me @Infinity and refer this article
4. Have fun
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Que susto el de ese pobre niño. Lo entiendo profundamente, también tengo sueños recurrentes durante muchos años y aún siguen apareciendo en mis noche. Lo bueno que cuando se pone peor ya se que es un sueño y digo ya no más despertaré.
Voy a tratar de participar en tu Dinamica.
Muy buena idea.