Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in a forest but it is quite busy. This forest has many building and structures, the
most prominent of which is a shopping mall. I am in a building a good distance away from
this mall. It has a similar architecture but the purpose is much different. I am looking
for my friends from Indoor Percussion Ensemble at my high school. I think I came to this
building looking for them but they are not here so I decided to go check Somewhere else.
It takes a substancial amount of time to get anywhere because the buildings are all so far
appart. I go to the mall first. I go in and start looking. The mall is very interesting
architecturally. The oustide is, for the most part, cubic and there are ramps jutting out
from the bottom at every entrance. The ramps go to the ground and in the forest landscape
it looks extremely out of place, yet somehow, it fits. I go up one of the ramps into the
complex. I go up a set of steps. Everything is very professional looking. The marble floors,
modern stairs, and glass doors and partitions are quite well constructed and beautiful from
an architectural point of view. I cannot find my friends here so I leave and go to several
other buildings. After a long time of searching, I find someone I know and ask them if they
have seen the people from indoor. They say no, so I decide to check the mall again. I get
there after an even longer walk and go in. I go through the glass door and up the professional
looking stairs again. This time, I come up to a landing where I find several of my friends.
My friend, Peter, goes up to Canada to get some sort of high quality syrup. Two hours later,
he gets back with the syrup, and two speeding tickets. This is in Pennsylvania... We all
laugh about it and the dream ends.