[New author, please comment and suggest]
I often have a dream.
The dream was about a midnight street shrouded in mist, and the streets were covered with snow. I was walking on the snow alone, confused and alone. There was darkness in the distance and tall cliffs on both sides. Behind me was thick and dark chaos. I ran quickly, trying to escape. The wind passed by my ears, whistling...
Be, short story, enter with caution
Purpose: Feelings of family and country