Here's another story that I wrote in school a few years back. I remember it was inspired by either a dream I had or a feeling I had when waking up in the middle of the night. It's not that I don't remember which it was, more that I was never sure.

 Awaken

 I woke up in the deepest, darkest part of the night and realised the most important thing of my life. Everything so far in my life had been a dream. Waking from my dream I found that my senses were heightened ten-fold. My head had never felt ...
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Found this story last night while going through a box o' memories that usually stays under my bed. I believe it was done some time in Senior school. It didn't come titled, so I've decided on:

 
Just rest 'til Monday


I'd never felt this way before and it most definitely wasn't fun. Sitting on the loo, again. NOTHING! What I thought was constipation turned out to be much more serious. When Mum asked me what I wanted for tea, she knew something was wrong. What kind of teenage boy in his right mind ...
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