A short story about a machine that makes dreams.
The Dream Forge
Kye floated in the deep black void. Sometimes, well most of the time, she would do this when she was asleep.
It was always dark, quiet- perfect place to think.
A bright light came from below, and a loud clunking sound pounded through her skull.
It was a huge machine, with churning gears and a clicking switches, with steam flowing out of a small set of pipes at the top.
"Wow," she whispered under her breath.
"It's called The Dream Forge," A small boy next to her said.
A rush of sweet smoke flew past Kye's face.
"It makes dreams you know," He whispered.
Kye nodded as she gradually floated towards its metal platform.
When they hit the ground, the boy changed into a teenager.
Kye didn't say anything, this was a dream after all.
As they got closer to the machine, the air grew thick, and smelled sharp.
The teenage boy's face grew heavy and wrinkled. He grabbed Kye's hand, his warm palm touching hers.
They stood in the acid-yellow light and stared at the tall metal walls. He moved his hand up her arm.
He pushed her into a pillar of flame.
"It also makes nightmares."