After many struggles with ideas, I finally decided with the dream one. (Also I'm sorry it is so long. My stories are better when they are long!)

Here it is! Entry no.2!

There was a lot of trouble that night. Sabrina had closed her eyes, but nothing was happening. She was still wide awake. The sound of the doors creaking, the sound of a crow catching a squirrel, who squeaked it's last squeak, the last time it would breathe, and the sound of the voices in her head telling her that her illusions were real. The lamp on the bin had looked like a beast watching her, a hideous grin and beady red eyes. The clothes on hangers looked like monsters, like bats hanging upside-down from the ceiling, giving a piercing gaze that felt like it cut her throat and that she couldn't scream.

But there was one thing which was the same. The purr, and the fluff she wrapped her arms around. Her little pet cat, Pokey, was the perfect guardian angel for her. And with this comforting white noise, she finally could go to the lands in her mind where anything was possible.

And so she dreams.

In her palace of creativity, of imagination, anything could happen. The polluting city smoke was like cotton candy. The trees were colorful, and lovely in every way. The air was just the right warmth to be cozy, like a blanket that never gets too hot or cold. And the other people were animal like, and kind, acting like she was treasure and valuing her. Everything was always changing, as long as she had control. It was the perfect world. The ideal home for a young kid. One where it was rich, smelled of candy, where her friends were not pitying her, but loved her for her ups and downs, a world where pigs could soar through the air despite what people thought. A world where fish could jump out of the water. All colors, leaving trails of their scale colors behind! Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, pink, and her personal favorite, and her pet, blue!

Sabrina was happy that it all existed. In this realm, her parents were rich royalty, and she got to be an adored princess, wearing a fluffy robe and silky clothes. The sounds in the air had the calls of unicorns and the tweets of beautiful birds, and the cheers of her people as she pranced around. They all loved her! She could never feel so good in reality.

But there was a grave danger in her world. What if it all went against her?
What if someone gets to old to continue on?
What if she can't remember her fantasies?
What if..?

What if she lost control?

But those thoughts are silly. Her imagination was young, and she had no thoughts of death or old age or any of that! Nothing could destruct the world she had built with rainbow clouds and pink smoke and candy flavored air. So she continued. Dreaming of this land one night...
And another...and even another!

But one night was different. She couldn't find her little cat Pokey, and her parents seemed nervous of something. But she felt Pokey's warmth and love for her. So she was able to dream yet again. But...

But it wasn't a dream.

There was something off in the airs. They were cold, the smoke was deep gray, the grass was dead, her lovely trees were filled with black birds who squawked in a horrid, loud manner, and the colorful leaves were rotting and falling off. As she went to her kingdom, it was foggier, colder, and lonelier. And she soon saw why.

Her villagers she had loved were collapsed on the floor. She was scared, but her mind went to sleeping. They were just not waking up.

Not one would wake up. No matter how hard she tried

She was cold. Afraid. Alone. She couldn't find her royal parents. And the only living things were not glad to see a living, breathing thing walking about. She walked in to her castle, only to find webs everywhere, and symbols carved in to her palace walls. In the closet she found wings of pigs, but no pigs to be seen, and her pet fish was belly-up, it's blue scaled dulled and some missing. Her perfect world was gone. She wanted to wake up. But someone else had control. Somebody pulled her strings around every living friend in her dreams necks. She cried out, and nothing but growls and screams and squawks responded.

The worst part was that she found out soon enough who had done this. A man, dressed in a black rope, with chained surrounding his throat, and something moving in a sack he carried. He had a long syringe in his hand. And he was a grim, menacing figure overall. He looked at her. He said that he was going to help "it". When she asked what "it" was, he pointed at the bag and laughed. He walked off, but she knew, he wasn't going to help. The creature in the bag yowled and scratched at it, and before he was gone, it felt like it said her name in an animalistic manner.

It echoed in her head. Sabrina. Sabrina! SABRINA.

She woke up with salty tears in her eyes which streamed down her cheeks. She feeled around for a fluffy purring cat to hug, to protect her from it all. And she saw something blink in her closet. and on the floor. And the walls looked like they had holes that were eye-like and horrific. She held on to a picture of her and Pokey, and closed her eyes.

Pokey and Sabrina hadn't been seen. Pokey had a trip to the vet, and didn't come back. But it was never seen what happened to Sabrina that night. Some say that her visions were real, some say she had found her way out the window, and some say she was lost and found by a new family with a blue fish, on a farm where pigs leap and dreams can come true.

But in the end, our last trace is the cracked image of a girl and her cat, smiling at a camera that broke years ago. And some say...

And a little girl can be heard giggling by the beholder of the image. And screams are added whenever the image is passed down...

by force.


Did...did I just write a creepypasta? Ummm...Well that was fun.

I'm doing the dream story!


A soft window billowed through the grass field. The boy's teal hair spilled softy against his tanned cheeks. He was asleep and at home the sound of quiet fighting between his parents could be heard, but here, in this dream world, all was peaceful. The world he was in had a surreal feel to it and everything was much softer and the colors much for calm. A small stream ran near his feet and when he stood up he could see into it. It was perfectly clear and the sunlight reflected into the water, creating patterns the shimmered against the soft waves from the current. A blue fish swam near the surface, it's scales almost the same colors as the boy's hair, just a few shades darker. The boy stared at the fish, entranced, before a small noise distracted him. A fawn was in the undergrowth just in front of him and with a soft smile and chased after it, freer then he ever was at home. The undergrowth seemed to part in front him, making a path. He soon skidded to a halt and just near him was the fawn. It let out a gentle coo noise, stepping close to him. In awe he reached his hand out, stroking the creatures head. This too entranced him until he heard another sound and within the second of him looking away the creature was gone. In front of him stood another animal. It's pale pink skin shone in the sunlight. Two soft pale white dappled wings were on it's back. It was a pig. A flying pig. He watched as the pig alighted above him, gliding between the trees. The boy chased it as he had chased the fawn. He soon caught up to the pig and it alighted down next to him, allowing itself to be gently caressed. Once more another noise distracted the boy. This noise was louder and harsher. In a sudden jerk he was thrown back into reality. The door to his bedroom hung open, he sat up and looked around in surprise. With a soft sob he collapsed back in a crumpled heap as he heard his parents fighting, wishing he could go back to his dream world with the flying pig.

Wow! Wonderful :3 Thanks for your entry!

Just to clarify, what do you mean by Sci-Fi/Steampunk crossover? does it have to include both those genres?

Technically... Steampunk is a type of sci-fi, but it's more like advanced technology set in medieval times, while normal sci-fi is usually really futuristic with robots and stuff. So yes, I want elements from both, even though steampunk is sci-fi.

Alright, I think I have some ideas, thanks :)

Looking forwards to your entry!

So far so good :)

a flying pig? haha thats my dream! ima join again i love writing stories... can i?