Wednesday, 2 June 2010

The boy

Mark is a boy who dreamt a very bad dream. It was about a boy who lives with his family and one day the boy’s father kills him. Mark saw that boy in his dream and he liked the boy’s attitude so he started to talk to him. They were talking when suddenly a voice said:”Mark, Mark!! Wake up, come on! It was Mark’s mother trying to wake him up. So the boy quickly told Mark to go to his tomb the next day and say the words “Boy, boy, appear boy”, and then suddenly, Mark woke up and realized that he was in his own bedroom.

Mark quickly put on his clothes and red shoes and ran to the kitchen, were his family was, later he went to his oldest brother and told him about the dream. But Mark’s brother didn’t believe in dreams coming true and thought nothing would happen if Mark went to the tomb and said the words. Mark was angry with his brother, but he left to school.

The next day was Saturday so Mark went to the boy’s tomb and said: “Boy, boy, appear boy”. Mark waited about 5 minutes and nothing happened so, he returned to his house. When mark was in bed that night, a shadow crossed in front of him, and suddenly the boy in the dream appeared in front of him. He told Mark: “hello, thank you for freeing me from my tomb, now I can kill my family”. Mark was surprised but scared and felt lot of guilt too…

Mark immediately started to chase the boy. They ran for some blocks when suddenly the boy stopped in an enormous house. Mark slowly hid behind a tree. But he thought: I can’t allow that boy to do what he wants. So he ran to a library and took a magic book about spirits, he found a spell that explained how to return a spirit to its tomb. After that Mark went to the spirit’s tomb and said: “an error I made return the boy to his place in the sky”. Some wind came and he listened to a voice that told him: “I’m going to return…” It was the boy, but the best thing was that Mark was alone without the spirit walking around. Mark returned to his house and dreamt all night with the boy. and he always believed in his dreams from that day on.

María Quartino

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