A fairly straightforward one. Oftentimes, we are asked to write about dreams we have, or at least with the surrealist quality of dreams. On this occasion, I want you to write a nightmare but rather than the surrealist qualities of dreams, try and imbed it in some gritty, concrete realism.
Nightmare
Rain sluicing off drenched skin. Metal sting of blood on the tongue - ribs grazing against coarse brick wall.
Hand at my throat; calloused fingers rough as a noose. His breath - cheap whiskey and cigarettes as he
reaches for the waist of my jeans... a moment passes. Knee drives up. Knuckles uproot teeth.
I wake shaking, bloodied fists and broken drywall.
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