Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24759772-20141011033308

please tell me some grammatical errors Ive most certainly made, and enjoy!

Exits Down the Right

''"The nightmares surely wouldn't come tonight, right?" ''the boy though when he clambered into his bed. He slid under the sheets, but realizing that it was a July night, so too hot to have the thick comforters on his body. Instead he just lay on top of the sheets, and stared up at dark blue ceiling. The digital clock on his bedside table cast a bright red glow of 9:30 on the boys face. Surely the nightmares wouldn't come. He glanced across from him at the pastel his mother had painted of a group of cows grazing in a field. He started to count the cows, hoping that the action of doing so would stop him from falling asleep. 1 cow... 2 cows... 3 cows... He blinked, and suddenly it was 10: 24. He had slept, but he didn't even notice it.

At first he panicked, but then realizing that the nightmares would've already come by now, and relaxed. Suddenly, the clock changed to 10:23. He drew back in alarm. Oh no... The clock then went back to 10:22, then 10:21, then started to go back so fast it started to all look like a blur No, no! Eventually, the clock just set to a bunch of strange looking symbols, a circle with a line over it, three horizontal lines, and a crook shape. Oh dear god no... Then the glass of water on his bed began to shake, and the water ominously rippled. Then it tipped over and smashed, spilling water all over the floor. Then the puddle of water started to bubble and steam. The boy huddled underneath the sheets. Everything started to shake now, and the room became hotter and hotter, until it was like an oven from hell. He knew what was happening now, it had happened so many times already, the painting of the cows would start to curl and burn up, and eventually turn into fiery ash. The kleenexes would begin to lift out of the box and form flaming fireballs and start to hurl themselves across the room, exploding into smoke. Then, he suddenly heard a creaking of floorboards, and a rumbling of stone. I dont remember this happening the boy thought to himself. He dared himself to peek out of his sheets, and looked down on the ground. There were 5 glowing concentric circular depressions on the floor, and the rings created by the depressions were spinning, emanating a. Smoke curled up from the rings like snakes curling up from their fiery domain. The rings created by the red lines started to spin faster and faster, as the boy began to scream, then the bed began to float up to the ceiling and a devilish voice started to cackle, and the boy could feel it rumbling in his soul, each laugh quickening his heartbeat a little more. The boy cried and huddled in his bed, as his room was turned into a fiery inferno, and the walls and floor all turned ablaze and the boy felt his own skin burning away at the very flesh. Then suddenly, everything stopped. The fire suddenly reversed and disappeared, the poster played in reverse burning and came back, the cup jumped back up from the ground and the water materialized from steam and slipped back into the cup, and as the bed fell to the ground with a crash, the clock reset back to 10:24 The room was suddenly silent and cold. The boy carefully looked around, and the clock changed to 10:25 Were the nightmares over? Then '''BWAHRGH! '''A monster with glowing red eyes popped up in front of his face with snarling white teeth. "AHHHH!" the boy screamed with all of hi- THIS SIMULATION HAS ENDED, TO CONTINUE, PLEASE INSERT ONE DOLLAR.

The boy lifted the goggles from his face. "Man, I love these simulations," he said to himself. He walked out of a booth labeled Fear, and walked past various other booths labeled Happiness, Sadness, and Surprise. He had finally been allowed by his parents to try out this booth, because earlier they thought that Fear was too powerful of an emotion to feel for his age, but for his 8th birthday it was acceptable. He walked down darkened the hallways of the building, only dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights. When he turned the right, he found the exit, and stepped out of the museum, and into the grey light. He gazed up at the towering buildings and rushing cars, the dark colorless world, where all emotions have been sucked away. Just another day in this dark colorless world, when little Bobby is turning 8 today in the year 3035.  