Working on a story, anyone want to help finish it...?

[oneiroer]

Torrid wind from the fire that consumed the old west town flapped it`s cloak. It's face, concealed by darkness. It's skeletal finger pointed below the hovering platform we stood upon. I starred, abhorred. A casket lay open.That's all I have so far. Its based on a dream I had a while back.

[Antartica]

We decended abruptly,now faced in front of what the supernatural wanted to show us.It was so surreal,this has to be a dream I thought,this can't be real I must be dreaming.I pinched my self until I broke skin,and until my horror was replaced with curiosity.There was three of us,our platform seems to have vanished.I try to think how I got here,and close my eyes,nothing.The towns fire dwindled,must of run out of stuff to burn I thought.I looked to the men on my right,and asked"Hello?"Do you know where the hell we are?"They didn't look at me,as if they had been hypnotised.I asked several more times with no response,resorting to poking one in the ear.I gave up after that.The scene around me was a wasteland.The only beautiful thing out here were the stars.I've never seen so many in my life.They twinkled as if they didn't care what happens here.Only concerned in being gorgeous.A strong wind brought me back to reality,and my gaze fixed on the casket.Just a rotted old wooden casket.I took a deep breath,and started toward it.Inside was a.......... HaHa you could write a book about this i'll come back later,and add some more to it

[oneiroer]

I do want to write a book eventually. Thanks for adding to it!