The Twenty-Second of February

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The Twenty-Second of February My story begins three days ago, well it three to me, to everyone else it was sixteen years and three days ago. The day started off as usual, I had the usual 'great' day at work got back as happy as a bunny, ate my gourmet microwave able lasagne for one, showered and went to bed. When I finally got to sleep after a few sleeping pills I had that same dream yet again. For five years I've been having this dream on and off. It was always exactly the same for all of those five years until this night. Usually it starts off with me standing there not far from the edge of a rock face, and all around is the sort of scenery you would expect to see in the Grand Canyon. Everywhere is this reddish coloured rock and in the distance is the sun just dropping beneath the horizon. A few metres behind me is a pack of about ten vicious, bloodthirsty wolves growling at me. I stare into what appears to be the leaders eyes for less than a second and for that split second everything becomes clear to me and then I lose it, fear and adrenalin rushes through my body and I begin to run. With only survival on my mind I work my muscles
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harder than ever until I come to a sudden halt at the edge. Everything goes silent for another split second and this time I look death straight in the face and from that rock face I watch the rocks that I knocked loose fall down into a never-ending pit of darkness. At this point the leader of the pack jumps straight up towards my face with saliva foaming around his moth and I awaken, but this time I turned away and leaped out into the darkness. My velocity was increasing rapidly I could no longer feel my body, it was ...

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