Beetlejuice Sandworm Fantasy

Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma

Hesitating, I stopped with my arm half way through the wall.

'What could be on the other side?'

'It's probably just a dream.' My mind debated for a while, then I stepped in, 'Come on, we might be running out of time!'

Reaching in farther, I fumbled for a grip of some sort. Finding none, with a final glance around my familiar room, [I] flung dumbly through my now ante-matter bedroom wall.

Almost expecting to end up crashing into the stone wall outside, I was temporarily blinded by the sudden sunlight above.

'Oh lord, I've really done it now!', I thought as a great expance [sic] of land skape spred [sic sic] out be for me. I was standing on a desert-like place, almost untouched sand surrounded me as far as the eye could see. Only the unusually wheather [sic] worn stone seemed to break the boring monotony created by the sand.

These stones seemed really out of place here, having such strange shapes. Each one had a bright, bold different color, although their quirness [sic] fit in (though it may [be] the only way it fits in) with the wierd [sic] sensation you get. Then I remember my deduction of how these rock formations got here. Every time the Sand Worm took yet another life of a ghost,* where the murder acured [sic], a stone was formed, with the spirit of the spirit inabited [sic] there. Of corce [sic] this was only an idea that come[s] like my Dream Dead theary [sic], but I set out now, determinded [sic] to possibly seek consuling [sic] with one of the rocks.

(in final, don't forget to explain seeking the perfect lightly clouded blue sky, and seeing a side view of room (like in Beetlejuise, don't forget him either). Plus only sound was that of me breathing and boom of silence).

*There is only two known ways to kill a ghost: 1. To be exercised 2. To be eaten by a sand worm.

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