Night Placid

The wind is still, merely a breeze
Creatures nesting in the trees

Distant cars on busier roads,
Carrying home their tired loads

The rhythmic thudding of footfall
I walk the road, straight and tall

I'm walking back to face my fate
Cold makes me shiver, It's getting late

I stop, I stand, I am at peace
As I walk alone, at night, the streets.

Sickness Dreams

I am asleep. I am sick. I am dreaming horrible dreams. I see myself standing, with a line of my loved ones and friends stretching out in front of me. I am to choose their fate, will they live or die. I see myself choose death, for all of them, watching myself, I feel horrified, not only because I am capable of such an act of evil, but my pure emotionless regard of the lives of my friends and family. I simply did not care. They will all die.

I break away from the dream and awake.

I am sweating, I am sick. I remember now. My neck is sore. I have a fever. My head pounds. I see my brothers getting ready for school, my mother walks past and tells me to go sleep in bed, so I don't infect the couch with my sickness. I try to fight the sleep, my fever takes hold and I am asleep again. Back to the dream.

I let someone live. I am unsure who. I feel emotion for the first time. Happiness in seeing them. Then the queue moves on, and I sentence another to their death. Why is it up to me? Why must I decide who lives and who dies? More come, I am scared. I don't want to be like this, I try and shake off the dream.

I awake again. I am scared.

Writing Challenge.

This one is tricky.

Write me a sentence, without using the vowel e.