Held hostage in an apartment i didnt recognize but i was with a room mate i didnt recognize, by a man with chalky white skin and knives on his fingers. He wanted to kill us but before he got to the apartment turned into a broad way music number in which the chalky white man was the star. he was mad because he never got a chance to star in a musical.
I was sitting home alone on a stormy evening. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, which struck me as odd since no one was supposed to be home for another two hours. So I sat still and pretended not to hear anything, but the knock came again. The air around me became cold and lifeless. As if I was inhaling chalk. Then I heard it, the sharp bullet fire followed by the cracking of wood. The door hinge dropped lifelessly to the floor, followed by the door itself. Then a man wearing all black was in its place. Immediately I sprung up and lunged for the back door, but the man was trailing at my heels. Then as if I had went through a wormhole of time I was running through the slummy streets of a crime filled city, the fiend still close behind. I’m running so fast my feet don’t feel a part of my body anymore, I sharply turn but am reluctant to find myself trapped in a dead end alleyway. As I frantically turn he has the gun pointed to my forehead, before he gets the chance to shoot I’m jolted awake.
I had all my friends over and my boyfriend kept hiding in the closet and wouldn't come out. one of my ex boyfriend s brought his new girl and her and I became best friends, a kid I have a huge crush on and never get to see showed up and i didnt even care and then my best guy friend who lives states away came home and we were rolling on the ground hugging and then he threw blue chalk in my face and I couldnt breath until i took my retainer out.
I was dreaming that I was smoking a piece of chalk with a friend. We were on a outside basketball court with Forrest trees around us and a main road in front of us. Everytime I lit the chalk it would get hot like a stone that was in fire but I would keep holding it like it wasent hot at all. I felted the smoke in my mouth and lungs and it was chalky and white and very heavy when I blew it out. Then I woke up.
I draw bold, white lines across my face with chalk. i am careful that they are perfect. when i share myself with the one i love, he doesn't like it, and i smudge them away.
I'm drawing with chalk on the ground. The figure I draw looks like a bunch of regular polygons circumscribed in a circle very evenly. Then, having placed my hands on the finished drawing, beams of light erupt from the ground and I vanish in the bright blue light.
I was able to do backflips and impress my friends that were around. Wr haven't hung out in a long time but suddenly we are all together. I did street dancing and we drew a person with chalk, who later turned into a picture of a girl or a fairy.
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