Okay...this is kinda gonna be my spot where I put my stories of well...read the title. Okay, I'll just put in stories as posts when I feel like it. And this thread isn't spam, I just don't wanna write a story right this moment.
The Unnamed Charlie smiled at his friends. "I made it into the college!" he said, excitedly. "All right, Char!" said Kip, patting him on the back. "I'm just going to go and sign in," said Charlie, high-fiving his friends. They smiled and waved. Charlie drove down the long highway, and parked at the college. Then, he fell asleep.
When Charlie woke up, he got up and tried to open the door. But his hand couldn't grasp the handle. It must be slippery, he thought. He tried and failed again. He tried to kick the door, that always worked if it was being difficult, but his foot seemed to slip past the door and he was caught off balance and fell off his seat. Then, he fell through the floor. What the heck! Charlie thought. What happened to me? He walked up to a woman in a gray suit. "Ma'am! Can you help me? Can you tell me what's happening?" he asked, getting desperate. But the woman ignored him. So he went from person to person, but no one saw him or heard him. He ran to the nearest pay phone and desperately popped some quarters in it. He dialed his dad's number, and someone picked up. "Help me! I don't know where I am and nobody is talking to me," Charlie exclaimed. The person on the other end heard nothing but a strange hissing noise. "Leave me alone to mourn my son's death in peace!" shouted the voice on the other end. "But I am your son!" Charlie shouted, but the other person had hung up. "Somebody help me!" shouted Charlie, waving his arms in the sky "Please!" And then, he awoke with a start, back at his apartment. He rubbed his eyes. Oh. It was only a dream, Charlie thought, scratching his head. What a creepy one. He walked down the stairs and outside, where his friends and family were waiting. He waved at them, and they were all crying for some reason, as he went into the taxicab. "1200 East, 400 North," Charlie said, yawning. "I beg your pardon?" said the driver, in a low, gravelly voice "I said, 1200 East, 400 North." Charlie replied "Sonny, this cab only goes to one place," the driver said, craning around to look at Charlie. "Where, then?" Charlie asked "Hell."
