Thomas Blakeman
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Stories (2/0)
Dream's End
When I was younger, I used to dream about a little boy. In my dreams we would run and play, visiting places and seeing things that I could never imagine. It would not happen every night and I remember looking forward to those nights that I dreamed of my friend. It finally occurred to me though once when waking up and being lucky enough to recall my dream that I didn't even know who this boy was, he just was. One night I asked him, "Who are you."
By Thomas Blakeman3 years ago in Horror
The day "they" arrived
The day they arrived, wars still raged all over the world with men and women killing brothers and sisters. People scrolled through social media like zombies shuffling through crowds and in their homes all but oblivious to the world and those around them. Corporations and governments around the world ripped off, used and abused those that they said they were there for and did it with a smile while most just didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
By Thomas Blakeman3 years ago in Fiction