Weekly Prompt Challenge

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Week Number One!

This week's prompt is... *drumroll*... "A man wakes up in a different place than he went to sleep in"

There is no required format for the entries this week, but the minimum length is 300 words, with no maximum except if it is reallyyy long.

Be creative with the prompt for a better chance to win. The winners will be decided in a poll and announced with next week's contest! Try your best and stay true to yourself :)

The grand prize winner will receive 7 word dollars and the runner-up(s) will get 3 word dollars.

Happy Winning!

[Eli]

So, do we post our entries here? Since I didn't see a designated contest entry thread for the weeklies, I guess that's what we do. So, here's my entry for the prompt of "A man wakes up in a different place than he went to sleep in":

The ground was hard and cold. There was rock under his knee, and a tiny little root was just under the middle of his back. Neither of those bothered him too much. No, what bothered him was the fact that he had gone to sleep in a bed. His bed, to be more precise.
Last night had gone wonderfully. He had gone out to a nice new club. He hadn’t drunk anything but soda water, but it was still a nice place. The music was actual music, and was played at a volume that would not result in premature hearing loss. He had even met a lady there. She was great. Really pretty, good to talk to, and they had plenty of common ground.
They had not gone home together, but he didn’t mind, since he had gotten her phone number. That was perfect for a lady like her. He would need to court her good and proper, which was just what he was looking for.
What was her name? It was odd, but he couldn’t quite recall it. It was an ‘M’ name, he knew that. Meredith maybe? He had asked, of course, but for some reason he simply couldn’t remember. He put it out of his mind, since it wasn’t immediately important. If he played his cards right, he could relearn—and hopefully remember—her name on their first official date. He had gone home to his modest apartment fully intending to call her the very next day. He wanted to get the relationship off right, after all.
That was the plan, at least. Now he was in a forest. He checked everything nearby. He had everything he had gone to sleep with on him. That amounted to little more than his pajamas, but those were oddly comforting.
He stood and looked around. He was definitely in the woods. Only, it was eerily quiet. There were no birds. No insects. Not even the leaves rustled in the breeze. Not that there was any breeze to make them rustle, but still. There was simply no sound at all.
“Hello?” He called to the empty trees. “Is anyone there?”
“I am.” Said a voice. It was a familiar voice. It was the lady he had met the night before.
He turned and, sure enough, there she was. What was her name? Megan? Molly? He wished he could remember. But still, she was quite an attractive young lady. Curly, reddish-brown hair. Piercing black eyes. Porcelain skin. A classical beauty if there ever was one.
“Oh, thank god.” He said, glad to see a familiar face, particularly one like hers. “I thought I was alone out here.”
“No, no. Don’t worry, I’m here with you. Well, for awhile anyway.”
That last part was odd, but he ignored it. “So, uh, any idea where we are?” He asked while looking at their surroundings.
“Oh yes, I’m quite familiar with this place. It is mine, after all.”
“Really? Great. Any idea how we got here then?” He figured she was the owner of the land. That meant she would be able guide him out easily enough. Although, the fact that she owned the land he had woken up on was an odd coincidence. But, then again so was her sudden appearance.
“I brought you here.”
“Okay, that’s…actually, that’s a little creepy. How’d you know where I live?”
“No need to worry about that.”
“No, I’m serious. Did you follow me home or something? And how did you get me here without waking me up?” He was starting to get a little worried. She might have been turning out to be a psycho stalker type person. One with access to drugs. Never a good combo.
“I could tell you, but that would lead to far more questions than I’m currently willing to answer. Maybe I’ll tell you later. Or perhaps you’ll figure it out on your own.”
“Uh, right.” He took a few steps back. He nearly tripped over an exposed root, but managed to correct his footing before falling. Had that root been there before? He wasn’t sure. “So, listen...uh, I’m really sorry, but I don’t quite remember your name.”
She put on a hurt look that was clearly false. “Well now, and here I thought you liked me. I am very disappointed in you, Arthur.”
“Uh, w-well, I…” He said, stumbling over his own tongue. She laughed lightly at his flustered attempt at speech.
“Oh don’t worry too much about it. I’m sure there’s a very good reason for your forgetfulness. And I suppose a quick reminder couldn’t hurt. My name is Morgan. Morgan Le Fey.”

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Everyone will post their entries here for the first week I think, but after that we will make a new thread :)

Love your story by the way :D

[Laura]

"A Man Wakes Up in a Different Place Than He Went to Sleep" Entry by me

I struggle to get my eyes to open. My eyelids are still heavy, like I am coming out of a deep sleep.
When I get my eyes open and only see darkness, I decide to take a moment to think; where am I?
The memories of last night slowly reveal themselves...
I was doing an extra shift at the office, when I decided it was too late and I needed some sleep. I drank a quick cup of coffee and got on the road, eager to get home. Then there was a red circle of light, where I was supposed to stop and wait for it to switch to green... But I didn't wait.
I wasn't drunk–this I was sure of–but somehow I'd gotten into an accident. And, somehow, I'd survived.
I had to walk home, however, but it wasn't too bad. My apartment was only a few blocks down.
I remember sinking into my cold bed and my eyelids dropping.

So where am I now? Still in bed? Is it still night? Or was I so tired I'd slept through an entire day?
I shift in bed, trying to wiggle out of the covers...
But there are no covers.
My bed is hard and the room is too small...closing in around me...

Must be a nightmare. Yes. The only logical explanation.
But suddenly the room, the tiny, box-like room that is just my size, starts moving. I see light, through a tiny hole in the top, and then the moving stops, and I can see the blue sky. The room is going down now, like an elevator, and slowly I am able to see where I am going–a hole.
Reality punches me in the stomach and I instantly begin to panic. I yell and scream and pound my fists against the coffin–my coffin.
The faces of my friends and family appear through the tiny hole. They look sad. Terribly, terribly sad. But a face is missing! Where's my father? Was he still mad?
I keep waiting to wake up, but to this day, I am still trapped, dead or alive, real or not, underneath the ground in my wooden coffin.