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Here’s a Micro Story from Moi titled “The Midnight Snatch”
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THE MIDNIGHT SNATCH
Dayo found himself on The third mainland bridge. Commuters zoomed past him on both sides, slapping the wind fiercely against his face. The clouds had darkened and suddenly, thunder clapped and lightning streamed down upon the bridge.
The bridge became unstable and began to collapse. Everyone started to fall into the large body of water beneath the bridge. Dayo turned around and began running away from his crumbling end. His feet weren’t swift enough, however as the ground beneath him shifted, he got pulled down into the river. Dayo couldn’t swim. He tried to yell, but all he did was swallow water and choke.
“Ahhh!” Dayo yelled, as he flew up in his bed.
He was panting and gasping for air. His bed sheets were soaked in sweat. It was almost as if he’d peed all over the bed.
“Bloody Nightmare.”
Written by W. S. Praise (@wordsmithpraise)
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