#fridayfictioneers – July 26, 2024
He loved this dark, small room. It helped him write his stories. He was anonymous and the room kept his stories safe from prying eyes.
When he went out, he knew his stories would be protected. The room pulled them away.
He heard a loud clang and woke up. A nurse had dropped a tray. He expected to find his darkened room. He found a hospital ward with bars on the windows.
He realized the room was a dream. He wasn’t there at all. He was in the psychiatric facility. He started to cry.
Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
The Write Scribe 
Ah dang… Poor guy!
Nicely done, Rosemary!
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Thanks!
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😊
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You gave me chills, RM. What a horrible, fearsome dream. I feel for that guy.
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So do I, Nancy!
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I hate it when that happens. I hope he keeps returning to the room in his dreams until he can get back there. I enjoyed your story, despite sad narrative.
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Thank you!
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YW.
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I hope the hospital can help him – he needs something! Lizy
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I think he’s probably been hospitalized for some time.
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Great story. I hope his stories are real and safe somewhere for when he gets out.
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But maybe his stories are out there, somewhere.
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I hope so, Sandra!
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Dear Rosemary,
Perhaps one day he’ll be out to write his stories. Chilling reality.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I hope so, Rochelle! Thanks.
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Sad and scary at the same time.
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Such a harsh awakening. I hope he can return to his room, real or not.
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So do I!
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Oh how tragic. Those dreams sure do feel real though. Sounds like a great escape for a short time.
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