Consciousness Stories

A Glass Window Screaming, I woke up frantically searching for the lamp at my bedside table. My hands fumbled around until I found the familiar switch, and I looked down to see my palms sweating. Tonight was another torturous night plagued with the same nightmare that had been haunting me for years- darkness. Most people I know complain of nightmares involving falling, being chased, or fighting with something or someone. D...

I Take You for My Friend By Carol Sumilas Boshears “Here we are, so cute, Mom says, having tea with Mr. Bunny Stuff himself”. “Oh, come on Lilla, just pour the tea before it gets too cold. I hate cold tea.” “Okay, Rose, give me your cup. Thank you very much. Mr. Bunny Stuff, here’s yours”. *** Now that I’m almost thirteen we have hot chocolate and marshmallows instead and I’m afraid Mr. Bunny whozits, got to be a mess fro...