Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am at some sort of massive school. I outside and there are about twenty other people my age.
There is a massive wooden playground set that is about the size of a million-dollar house. The
playground set is a complex mesh of wooden beams and platforms. Somewhere in this massive
structure, there is some sort of amethyst stone about half an inch in diameter. The stone apparently
gives the holder supernatural abilities. I and the other twenty people begin searching for it. It is
a race. Everyone wants it. I start searching through the huge maze of wooden boards. I get up high
in the structure and finally see the stone resting on one of the far out beams behind a web of trusses.
I carefully climb out onto the wooden beam. I manage to grab the stone. Immediately, I fly off faster
than I have ever gone in a dream. I touch down by a fence away from the play ground. The others,
realizing I had found the stone, start chasing me. I float there and fight a couple of them off telekinetically.
At this point, the dream ends.