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Dimension Drifters
I can hear the jumbled mumbles of people, though I don’t know who they are. Straining my ears, I try to make out their words, but alas, no luck. All of a sudden, a booming voice as clear as a crystal pierces through the darkness called silence.
“Go back home,” the commanding voice bellows, “I know you don’t see it now, but you’re needed.”
BAM
My body shudders as I recover from being slammed back into reality. I glance around the stark white room and try to locate the voices. They aren’t there. Was it all in my head or was it the other dimension? I hope with everything that I made it up. Dimension drifters are always, always killed.
My name is Rayne. I wrote this piece as a prompt for my creative writing class. I imagined what it would be like to be in a coma and then come out of it. I've been writing consistently for the last four years.