Literature
Fairys and Nightmares
She sat holding her little brother in her arms, the blood trickling down and covering her arms and ruining her clothes. The bus had just hit him, he'd died instantly.
She continued to cry, then heard the horn of a bus. She looked up, still clutching her little brother's dead body. Another bus!? There wasn't another bus! That never happened! It was coming right at her-she tried to run, and found her legs wouldn't move. What was wrong with her? The bus would hit her! She had to move! It got closer and closer, almost at her-she screamed and shot up in bed, cold sweat beading down her face. Behind her the little nightmare maker disappeared, back