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My dream is to fly
Last month I tryied to fly.
I began in my garden. It was a great sunny day with a lot of white and green flowers. I was looking at the sky. Then I said: I'd like to fly in this sky. So I choose not to eat.
Everyday I told another lie for live my dream. I ate anything during a week.
I looked at the sky another time. I wasn't heavy, but I didn't fly. Why that ?
Every day I took a knife and I put it on my ski. The blood was wonderfull, the blood was delicious.
The last day I walked a lot. I was in the country and I saw a deep hole. There were fences all around this hole. I didn't reflect. I ran very, very fastly and I jumped into the hole. Some men and women were trying to take me away. but nothing could stop me. I was the stronger, and during five seconds, I was flying. When I was flying, I belived I was dreaming. It was perfect, I was happy. Then I was into the hole, on the dark. I saw bones and blood. Lots of bones and a lot of blood. I closed my eyes and I dreamed a lot.
Today, I'm in an hospital's bed and the doctor is speaking to me. He's saying now: Sorry, you're dying...
Article ajouté le 2008-05-14 , consulté 20 fois
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