Short Story #1- Dream Sequence
He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliff. He knew that no-one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud but still he climbed.
Sweat started to drip down upon his ambitious face. Left, right, left, right; each hand flew higher, grabbing onto each rock tightly. The sky was a misty blue and the sea below him was roaring against the bottom of the cliff. The birds were screeching out at each other, diving into the sea, competing with each other to eat.
Though he was climbing alone, he felt like he was being watched. His video camera, attached to his climbing head-gear, would be his proof. He would definitely be the first to climb the 'cursed' cliff Faroe- well, the first to climb and live anyway.
His breath was getting heavier, as the air was getting tighter. Fog was starting to surround the top of the cliff. As his eyes were starting to dilute and his mind was starting to fade, he frantically shook his head, trying to keep himself awake. He was star