I WOKE UP to the sound of my alarm clock. I got up with a jolt. I remembered having a dream. The same one but I just can't remember. But I felt like somepony had grabbed my arm and screamed at me. Screaming at me but with no words. I try to remember what had happened but it all was just haze. Suddenly, a familiar voice called.
"Twi, get up! The Raising Of The Sun Festival has come and I don't want to miss it!"Spike whined. I sighed. I got up and had my breakfast. Spike tilted his head to the side.
"Something wrong?"he asks. I look up and realised that I had been poking at my food the entire time. I drop the fork. I murmur a mutter of apology.
I go up to my room and sigh. It was another boring day. I picked up my pillow. Something caught my attention. A piece of paper. It was just like all of its brethen. All white with some markings. I read its contents. My eyes widened. IT told me. It confirmed all of my suspicions with three words: Words Have Meaning.
Putting down the paper, I ran out to the library. I needed answers and I need it. Now
Birds.
Through.
I'd rephrase this as, "With no downcast signs around," so it scans less clunkily.
All of their.
"But they never seem to be able to describe her properly."
Toward him.
Chilling.
Titles.
Nothing technically wrong, but it needs to be clearer that it's the details of the dream she can't recall.
Murmur or mutter, you don't need both. "I murmur a word of apology," would do fine.
Interesting so far. Curious to see where this is going.