Blah. It’d been a long day. I was walking home from work, passing by
all the random trash in the street, and specifically not listening to
my sister and mate talking incessantly about nothing at all. Something
about cheese, I think.
That’s when I noticed the sun was still high. Usually it would’ve set
by now. That was... Worrying. The sun should always set at the same
time. I started running, panicking. I don’t know why. My sister was
screaming behind me, telling me to slow down. I think I squeaked
something about the sun. It’s a bit of a blur.
It was extremely stupid to just run like that. It’s probably what got
their attention. That’d be the moment the sun went out. Just blinked
out. Like it’d never been there. The afterglow was there. Burning into
everyone’s eyes. I could hear my sister shrieking behind me. Was it
good or bad that this sixth sense had warned me? Warning or curse?
Instead of running back to her, I ran farther away. Hoping that if one
of us was going to die, it’d be me over her. One of us would
definitely die. Somewhere in the town. This was what always happened.
That’s when the sky broke open. Light poured back into the town, as an
enormous, pure white hand reached down from the heavens. Aimed right
at me. Immediately, I stopped running and began screaming even louder,
knowing this was the end. The hand grabbed me, roughly, angrily. Like
I had done something wrong.
Blah. It’d been a long day. I was walking home from work, passing by all the random trash in the street, and specifically not listening to my sister and mate talking incessantly about nothing at all. Something about cheese, I think.
That’s when I noticed the sun was still high. Usually it would’ve set by now. That was... Worrying. The sun should always set at the same time. I started running, panicking. I don’t know why. My sister was screaming behind me, telling me to slow down. I think I squeaked something about the sun. It’s a bit of a blur.
It was extremely stupid to just run like that. It’s probably what got their attention. That’d be the moment the sun went out. Just blinked out. Like it’d never been there. The afterglow was there. Burning into everyone’s eyes. I could hear my sister shrieking behind me. Was it good or bad that this sixth sense had warned me? Warning or curse?
Instead of running back to her, I ran farther away. Hoping that if one of us was going to die, it’d be me over her. One of us would definitely die. Somewhere in the town. This was what always happened.
That’s when the sky broke open. Light poured back into the town, as an enormous, pure white hand reached down from the heavens. Aimed right at me. Immediately, I stopped running and began screaming even louder, knowing this was the end. The hand grabbed me, roughly, angrily. Like
I had done something wrong.
It picked me up, by the middle, and pulled me up into the sky. I screamed and thrashed, kicking out and pinwheeling my arms and legs. My sister was shrieking below me, her pitch going higher and higher with me.
I thrashed harder and harder, as it pulled me up past the sky, and into it’s mothership, or whatever it is. That space that existed above the sky. Maybe it’s heaven? I doubt it. An angel would be gentler. I
bit the hand, as many times as I could. Seeing that it was connected to some ginormous being.
Many hundreds of feet tall, and in a room, proportionate to it, and just as all white. Perhaps it was heaven. But, no, I wasn’t ready to go. I didn’t want to go. I thrashed harder, biting harder, scratching
with my nails.
I saw another hand, attached to the same being, this time with a needle. Bigger than I was. I watched the needle move towards me. Total deer in the headlights, I stopped thrashing as he moved the needle
into my neck. Whimpering quietly. Utterly still.
Slowly my sisters’ shrieks were muffled, as the sky closed back over my town, showing me that my whole town was nothing but a box, that this being had kept us in. Like animals in a cage.
I felt my body shutting down, as it drew out the needle. Replacing it in a box, as it flicked some sort of switch on the box, that was my town. My home. My whole world.
My heart was palpitating, and then slowly shutting down. I could feel myself dying. It was a terrible feeling. Then he tossed me into a bin. Several hundred feet tall, but still only half as tall as it. This
monster. I felt my bones crack as I landed in the bin, cushioned by... My brethren. Hundreds of carcasses of my own kind.
So. Many. Rats. All of them dead. Just.. Like... Me.
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Saturday, January 31, 2015
Samhain Night by Patrick
Come hither, to listen to my tale, where no one survives, my ill nightmare.
It begins with a dare, on Samhain night, under no moon’s light. My
“friend” badgered me into a visit with a psychic. A “woman of the
sight”. A “lady of the night”. A “seer”. At least, that’s what the
sign said.
We drove an hour, and entered her trailer. Walked through her bead
door, and sat at her table. Why she had a crystal ball, we’ll never
know. She sat across from us, and rested her palms on her crystal. And
asked us what we wished to know, of our future.
My idiotic friend asked her, “How would we die?”. She answered that we
would live many decades. But mine would be a terrible dream, and my
friends would be filled with pain. She said that for a ten, she could
bright our future.
My friend paid, but I refused. The woman gave her a bracelet of
leather, and affixed it to her wrist, telling her that it’d shorten
her pain. Smirking at how easily my friend was duped, we left in a
hurry, and got into her car. She drove a little too quickly, but I’m
not complaining. I was just as scared, and wanted to leave here, even
more than a bat does hell. Then she accelerated even faster, and from
nowhere, the gypsy woman, in a huge SUV, flew directly into us. My
friend died on impact, but I survived. Comatose for the rest of my
life. Three decades later, I write this to you, from beyond the grave.
It begins with a dare, on Samhain night, under no moon’s light. My
“friend” badgered me into a visit with a psychic. A “woman of the
sight”. A “lady of the night”. A “seer”. At least, that’s what the
sign said.
We drove an hour, and entered her trailer. Walked through her bead
door, and sat at her table. Why she had a crystal ball, we’ll never
know. She sat across from us, and rested her palms on her crystal. And
asked us what we wished to know, of our future.
My idiotic friend asked her, “How would we die?”. She answered that we
would live many decades. But mine would be a terrible dream, and my
friends would be filled with pain. She said that for a ten, she could
bright our future.
My friend paid, but I refused. The woman gave her a bracelet of
leather, and affixed it to her wrist, telling her that it’d shorten
her pain. Smirking at how easily my friend was duped, we left in a
hurry, and got into her car. She drove a little too quickly, but I’m
not complaining. I was just as scared, and wanted to leave here, even
more than a bat does hell. Then she accelerated even faster, and from
nowhere, the gypsy woman, in a huge SUV, flew directly into us. My
friend died on impact, but I survived. Comatose for the rest of my
life. Three decades later, I write this to you, from beyond the grave.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Starting point.
I was walking home from school on a beautiful summer day when, out of nowhere, the sun burnt out.
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The First Game (The Faerie Games) by Patrick
“Remind me, dear M, how do we begin this game?” Robin asked, neither of them taking their eyes off me, and neither of them moving.
“With the mind, Robin. We test it’s mind with our riddles.” The whole “It” thing was getting a little annoying. Apparently I didn’t even deserve gender status.”
“We will give the child 3 riddles each, I will go first. Child, what is in the middle of the sky?” M asked. This one was easy, I already knew the answer.
“The letter K?” I said, trying to make it sound like a question, so they wouldn’t know it was too easy.
“Congratulations, and now it is Robins’ turn. This house holds rooms, one score and six, that shelter a vast mob. It lets lions lie down with the lambs, yet makes both shun the slob. None now will nestle
with nicks and nates, while reams room near the rear. Though you and I have separate rooms, both our bottles brim with beer. The king and queen can never mate (though hands and hearts hobnob), because their rooms are separate if this jail does its job. What house is this that rules thus, forcing faith to fend with fear? The answer to this riddle lies with dead and dying here.”
Well, now I’m officially going to die. My head is going a million places a second. I’ve never once heard this riddle, or anything similar to it. I’m scared as heck to ask if I can hear it again, but I have no idea if he’ll kill me.
“You may hear it as many times as you wish, child.” M said, which made my day. After about ten minutes of asking to hear it again, and thinking about it, I noticed that all the words went well together. Let, lions, lie, lambs. Hands, hearts, hobnob. Faith, fend, fear. Dead and dying. Like a book filled with words. A rhyming... I’m stupid.
“A dictionary.” I told them, both scared but hopeful. I thought if I said, instead of asked, they’d just say yes.
“Well found, child.” Was all he said, but his smile got toothier and scarier.
“What starts with T, ends with T, and is filled with T?” M said. That’s when I realized he wanted me to live, if only to tick off Robin.
“It’s a teapot.” I told him, knowing that I’d probably fail against Robin but M would let me live if he could. That helped. I know it sounds pathetic, but it helped to know that he wanted me to live, at
least.
“It was a tradition long ago, when the world was dark and full of woe. When men turned darkness into light, by mixing, melting and decanting in the night, to seek for youth and gold and riches, just to be burned as witches. What was this?” Robin asked.
Okay, so historical tradition. Middle ages, or thereabouts. Maybe a pastor? Turning dark into light? But mixing, melting, and decanting? For money? And to be burned as witches? Maybe some type of hermit? But that’s not scientific. Neither are witches, or druids. Wait. Alchemists.
“...” Oh. My. God. I almost said alchemists. Opened my mouth, inhaled, and everything. It’s the tradition, not the practitioners.
“Alchemy.” I told them.
“Nearly done. Only two left, child. What can jump higher than the tallest palace?” M asked me. God, he really was making it easy for me.
“Everything. Palaces can’t jump.”
“Final one, child. Fail, and you die. Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies; present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?” That one took
a while. At first, I thought it was a yellow raincoat, then I realized it was a shadow, and give him the answer.
Then, the scariest thing I’ve ever seen happened. Robin started clapping, and laughing in the highest pitched laugh I’ve ever heard. It was literally a giggle.
“Very good, child. Now, we begin the second game.” M said. And then everything went pitch black.
“With the mind, Robin. We test it’s mind with our riddles.” The whole “It” thing was getting a little annoying. Apparently I didn’t even deserve gender status.”
“We will give the child 3 riddles each, I will go first. Child, what is in the middle of the sky?” M asked. This one was easy, I already knew the answer.
“The letter K?” I said, trying to make it sound like a question, so they wouldn’t know it was too easy.
“Congratulations, and now it is Robins’ turn. This house holds rooms, one score and six, that shelter a vast mob. It lets lions lie down with the lambs, yet makes both shun the slob. None now will nestle
with nicks and nates, while reams room near the rear. Though you and I have separate rooms, both our bottles brim with beer. The king and queen can never mate (though hands and hearts hobnob), because their rooms are separate if this jail does its job. What house is this that rules thus, forcing faith to fend with fear? The answer to this riddle lies with dead and dying here.”
Well, now I’m officially going to die. My head is going a million places a second. I’ve never once heard this riddle, or anything similar to it. I’m scared as heck to ask if I can hear it again, but I have no idea if he’ll kill me.
“You may hear it as many times as you wish, child.” M said, which made my day. After about ten minutes of asking to hear it again, and thinking about it, I noticed that all the words went well together. Let, lions, lie, lambs. Hands, hearts, hobnob. Faith, fend, fear. Dead and dying. Like a book filled with words. A rhyming... I’m stupid.
“A dictionary.” I told them, both scared but hopeful. I thought if I said, instead of asked, they’d just say yes.
“Well found, child.” Was all he said, but his smile got toothier and scarier.
“What starts with T, ends with T, and is filled with T?” M said. That’s when I realized he wanted me to live, if only to tick off Robin.
“It’s a teapot.” I told him, knowing that I’d probably fail against Robin but M would let me live if he could. That helped. I know it sounds pathetic, but it helped to know that he wanted me to live, at
least.
“It was a tradition long ago, when the world was dark and full of woe. When men turned darkness into light, by mixing, melting and decanting in the night, to seek for youth and gold and riches, just to be burned as witches. What was this?” Robin asked.
Okay, so historical tradition. Middle ages, or thereabouts. Maybe a pastor? Turning dark into light? But mixing, melting, and decanting? For money? And to be burned as witches? Maybe some type of hermit? But that’s not scientific. Neither are witches, or druids. Wait. Alchemists.
“...” Oh. My. God. I almost said alchemists. Opened my mouth, inhaled, and everything. It’s the tradition, not the practitioners.
“Alchemy.” I told them.
“Nearly done. Only two left, child. What can jump higher than the tallest palace?” M asked me. God, he really was making it easy for me.
“Everything. Palaces can’t jump.”
“Final one, child. Fail, and you die. Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies; present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?” That one took
a while. At first, I thought it was a yellow raincoat, then I realized it was a shadow, and give him the answer.
Then, the scariest thing I’ve ever seen happened. Robin started clapping, and laughing in the highest pitched laugh I’ve ever heard. It was literally a giggle.
“Very good, child. Now, we begin the second game.” M said. And then everything went pitch black.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Faerie Games by Patrick
Chapter 1
It was a dark and... No, not doing that. It’s true, but I’m notstarting it that way. It was dark and stormy, but I hate cliches. Iwas never great at beginnings. Wasn’t ever great at talking, either. Probably why they took me.
I guess I’ll start it with a warning. Don’t ever go into the woods at night. You know which woods. Every town has them. You can even find them in cities. You don’t even need to read the story. Just. Don’t. Go. In. The woods. At night, or on full moons, or new moons, or solstices, or equinoxes. They’re dangerous places.
I think. It could just be that I’m unlucky and picked the only one that was dangerous, on the only day it is dangerous. I don’t know. There’s too much I didn’t figure out. Only so much that I could’ve learnt or understood. It’s so... Alien, to say the least.
I guess I’m rambling and might as well finish, and begin. Whoa, that sounded poetic. Wish that could’ve been on my tombstone.
So, it was the beginning of summer. Literally, June 21st. The Solstice. I got kicked out of the house, I won’t get into how it happened. Doesn’t matter. Got kicked out, and just went into the woods. They were right in my backyard, so, why not? Just jumped over my fence and walked into the woods.
Looking back, it was a stupid decision, not like I didn’t have friends I could’ve stayed with, but the woods were just calling to me, so I went.
When I left, it was bright, clear skies, and just hitting sunset. I walked into the woods the moment it got dark. Y’know there’s a word for that? It’s twilight. Just when the sun is below the horizon, but
it’s still light out. Guess what the word means, now, though? I’m sure you know, just felt like educating everyone... Or complaining. Whichever.
After about five minutes of aimlessly walking in the woods, well, not aimlessly. I did have a direction. Away from my house. Shhh. Stop rambling. Again, after about five minutes, the first signs of weirdness started. Weird sounds. Extra rustlings, random sounds that almost sounded like falling. Howling, growling, moaning, lowing, and shrieking noises. Most of them inhuman, all of them creepy.
It was incredibly stupid, but I just kept going. After five minutes, there were no more noises. At all. Complete silence. I couldn’t help it, I just stood completely still. I think I held my breath for a few
seconds. It was... Suffocating. Again, I hate cliches, but, it fits.
After 5 full minutes of this silence. Me standing still, barely breathing, and it was broken by a sudden lightning bolt. And by sudden lightning bolt, I mean the tree in front of me was struck and set on
fire. Later, I noticed that my bangs were singed. That’s how close it was.
After the tree was set on fire, I’ll admit I screamed for a full thirty seconds. High pitched as possible. Then, I started running, heading towards home. Yeah, I’m a wimp. But, I’m a track wimp, so I ran. Fast and hard as I could, fifteen minutes later, I’m still surrounded by woods.
When I finally stopped running, breathing heavier, and half hyperventilating from fear and exhaustion, it stopped raining. Instead, the world started tilting. Sopping wet, exhausted, and somehow cold, even though it was literally just the beginning of summer. I felt the temperature dropping, down, down, and down. I felt the clothes freezing to my skin, and could suddenly see my breath.
“Stop scaring the child, Robin.” The voice that spoke was high pitched, but not unpleasantly. It was almost angelic, with a Welsh like lilt to it. Nearly a song, in that one sentence. The tone was still harsh, though. And very frightening.
“I’ll do whatever I want, M. You hold no power over me in the Half Realm.” This voice was worse. It had the same Welshy lilt to it, but it was deeper, harsher, and scratchy. Scary, but not as scary as the
first.
After the second voice spoke, a figure came walking out of the woods, from my right. He was impressively tall, almost 7 feet tall. He was blonde, with shoulder length hair, that curled towards the ends, almost wavy. He was so pale, I could see his blue eyes from 10 feet away, they were so bright. He was literally dressed in leaves, which added to the creep factor. Green, and blue leaves.
“Do you wish to be my enemy, Robin? I will fight you, here. As you speak, in the Half Realm, there are no rules.” He walked completely silently, and stopped a few feet away from me. The moment he stopped walking, a new shape appeared, directly on the opposite side from me, coming from the left.
He was absolutely miniscule, perhaps 4 foot nothing. With extremely spiky red and black hair. It added at least another 3 inches, and he was dressed in the same type of leaves, but darker. Almost black. And he was hunched over, with the pointiest noise to ever exist.
“Mister M, I believe I saw the child first, which makes it mine. What fun we shall have, playing until she bursts.” He said, while walking towards me, and stopping at the exact same distance from me as the first one.
“No. I saw the human first. It’s my toy.” They were like brothers fighting over a toy, unfortunately, I was the toy, and I literally couldn’t move.
“Perhaps a game, to win it? If it lives, you may have it, if it dies, then I have won.”
“Very well. I accept. A 5 point game?”
“Yes, that’ll do! 5 games, 5 points, winner takes all.”
“Do you accept our game, child?” This time, the tall one was talking directly to me, and God were his eyes distracting, they were almost spinning, the colors changed around so often. Always blue, but so many shades.
“I... What?” Very intellectual, I know, but I had no idea what was going on.
“The rules are simple. There are five games. One to test your mind, your body, your soul, your heart, and one to test your will. If you win, you may come with me to my Court. If you lose, you’re dead.” The taller one said.
“Do you accept?” The smaller one looked absolutely terrifying.
“... What if I don’t?” I asked.
“Then you go to play games with Robin.” The taller one answered, and the smaller one looked even scarier at that.
What choice did I have? I accepted.
It was a dark and... No, not doing that. It’s true, but I’m notstarting it that way. It was dark and stormy, but I hate cliches. Iwas never great at beginnings. Wasn’t ever great at talking, either. Probably why they took me.
I guess I’ll start it with a warning. Don’t ever go into the woods at night. You know which woods. Every town has them. You can even find them in cities. You don’t even need to read the story. Just. Don’t. Go. In. The woods. At night, or on full moons, or new moons, or solstices, or equinoxes. They’re dangerous places.
I think. It could just be that I’m unlucky and picked the only one that was dangerous, on the only day it is dangerous. I don’t know. There’s too much I didn’t figure out. Only so much that I could’ve learnt or understood. It’s so... Alien, to say the least.
I guess I’m rambling and might as well finish, and begin. Whoa, that sounded poetic. Wish that could’ve been on my tombstone.
So, it was the beginning of summer. Literally, June 21st. The Solstice. I got kicked out of the house, I won’t get into how it happened. Doesn’t matter. Got kicked out, and just went into the woods. They were right in my backyard, so, why not? Just jumped over my fence and walked into the woods.
Looking back, it was a stupid decision, not like I didn’t have friends I could’ve stayed with, but the woods were just calling to me, so I went.
When I left, it was bright, clear skies, and just hitting sunset. I walked into the woods the moment it got dark. Y’know there’s a word for that? It’s twilight. Just when the sun is below the horizon, but
it’s still light out. Guess what the word means, now, though? I’m sure you know, just felt like educating everyone... Or complaining. Whichever.
After about five minutes of aimlessly walking in the woods, well, not aimlessly. I did have a direction. Away from my house. Shhh. Stop rambling. Again, after about five minutes, the first signs of weirdness started. Weird sounds. Extra rustlings, random sounds that almost sounded like falling. Howling, growling, moaning, lowing, and shrieking noises. Most of them inhuman, all of them creepy.
It was incredibly stupid, but I just kept going. After five minutes, there were no more noises. At all. Complete silence. I couldn’t help it, I just stood completely still. I think I held my breath for a few
seconds. It was... Suffocating. Again, I hate cliches, but, it fits.
After 5 full minutes of this silence. Me standing still, barely breathing, and it was broken by a sudden lightning bolt. And by sudden lightning bolt, I mean the tree in front of me was struck and set on
fire. Later, I noticed that my bangs were singed. That’s how close it was.
After the tree was set on fire, I’ll admit I screamed for a full thirty seconds. High pitched as possible. Then, I started running, heading towards home. Yeah, I’m a wimp. But, I’m a track wimp, so I ran. Fast and hard as I could, fifteen minutes later, I’m still surrounded by woods.
When I finally stopped running, breathing heavier, and half hyperventilating from fear and exhaustion, it stopped raining. Instead, the world started tilting. Sopping wet, exhausted, and somehow cold, even though it was literally just the beginning of summer. I felt the temperature dropping, down, down, and down. I felt the clothes freezing to my skin, and could suddenly see my breath.
“Stop scaring the child, Robin.” The voice that spoke was high pitched, but not unpleasantly. It was almost angelic, with a Welsh like lilt to it. Nearly a song, in that one sentence. The tone was still harsh, though. And very frightening.
“I’ll do whatever I want, M. You hold no power over me in the Half Realm.” This voice was worse. It had the same Welshy lilt to it, but it was deeper, harsher, and scratchy. Scary, but not as scary as the
first.
After the second voice spoke, a figure came walking out of the woods, from my right. He was impressively tall, almost 7 feet tall. He was blonde, with shoulder length hair, that curled towards the ends, almost wavy. He was so pale, I could see his blue eyes from 10 feet away, they were so bright. He was literally dressed in leaves, which added to the creep factor. Green, and blue leaves.
“Do you wish to be my enemy, Robin? I will fight you, here. As you speak, in the Half Realm, there are no rules.” He walked completely silently, and stopped a few feet away from me. The moment he stopped walking, a new shape appeared, directly on the opposite side from me, coming from the left.
He was absolutely miniscule, perhaps 4 foot nothing. With extremely spiky red and black hair. It added at least another 3 inches, and he was dressed in the same type of leaves, but darker. Almost black. And he was hunched over, with the pointiest noise to ever exist.
“Mister M, I believe I saw the child first, which makes it mine. What fun we shall have, playing until she bursts.” He said, while walking towards me, and stopping at the exact same distance from me as the first one.
“No. I saw the human first. It’s my toy.” They were like brothers fighting over a toy, unfortunately, I was the toy, and I literally couldn’t move.
“Perhaps a game, to win it? If it lives, you may have it, if it dies, then I have won.”
“Very well. I accept. A 5 point game?”
“Yes, that’ll do! 5 games, 5 points, winner takes all.”
“Do you accept our game, child?” This time, the tall one was talking directly to me, and God were his eyes distracting, they were almost spinning, the colors changed around so often. Always blue, but so many shades.
“I... What?” Very intellectual, I know, but I had no idea what was going on.
“The rules are simple. There are five games. One to test your mind, your body, your soul, your heart, and one to test your will. If you win, you may come with me to my Court. If you lose, you’re dead.” The taller one said.
“Do you accept?” The smaller one looked absolutely terrifying.
“... What if I don’t?” I asked.
“Then you go to play games with Robin.” The taller one answered, and the smaller one looked even scarier at that.
What choice did I have? I accepted.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
One thing about me.
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I Had A Dream by Patrick
Do you think it’s weird to go a hypnotist? I used to. But, when you’re experiencing dreams, well, nightmares, really. Worse than I’ve ever had. And, they’re all in parts. For weeks. After something like that, you reevaluate weird. I know, it sounds like a stupid problem. But every Sunday, it starts all over again. I just want to know how it ends.
Every Sunday, when I got to bed, I have an 8 hour long nightmare where I’m running around in the woods. I know, sounds cliche, but mine’s weird. For one, I’m still aware in it. I feel everything. Fatigue, the passage of time, everything. Just like I’m running.
Another oddity is that it’s exactly eight hours. To the second. I fall asleep within seconds of getting into bed, and wake up precisely eight hours later. And, like I said, it’s in parts. On Mondays, I can hear it growling. Tuesdays, I can hear it’s claws scratching the bare dirt. Wednesday, I hear it breaking branches. Thursdays, I feel it’s breath on my hair, and the back of my neck. Friday, it starts howling. And on Saturdays, I can feel it’s claws reaching for me, tripping me up, knocking me over, skinning and bloodying my palms on the rocks, trying to get my way up before it can pounce on me.
So, sue me, I went to the hypnotist. 3 weeks, of 8 hour long nightmares, where I’m the star without a script. I booked an appointment, on the morning of what would’ve been the 4th Sunday. Blah, blah, blah, niceties, and introductions. Excuse me if I forgo the introductions. I’m dead. You don’t need my hypnotists name. The end. Next part.
So, he brings me over to my death bed. Or a chaise lounge. Semantics. And, get this, he actually used a pocket watch to put me under. A. Pocket. Watch. I thought I was the cliche in this scenario. But, on
with my story. He put me under, and then he started leading me into the nightmare. His voice kind of shadowing over me. This was a bit different, though.
It started out the same way it always does. Me running through a forest. But this was much different. It was more real. Scarier. All five senses were working in overdrive. After a minute or so of this
dream, it changed. Instead of just being the Sunday dream where I’m only running, it became all seven dreams.
That must’ve been when I started twitching, because the hypnotist kept trying to wake me up. The harder he tried, the more I fell under. It was most definitely not working. I was falling farther under, and losing almost all sense of what was going on around me physically.
It was getting even closer. This was different. The dream was going faster, and so was this... Thing. It had all the time in the world, it was getting even closer. I’m dead, I’ll repeat myself all I want, when
recounting my death.
In case you haven’t guessed, it killed me. Ate me alive. Devoured my flesh, and sucked the marrow from my bones. Every bone. I was conscious throughout. Not fun, trust me. Wouldn’t ever want to
experience it again. The coroner said it was a heart attack, officially. I watched him sign it off on my death certificate.
So, remember this, the next time you’ve got nightmares, or your kid does. And all you say is “It’s just a dream”. Well, that wasn’t just a dream. I didn’t just have a bad dream. I died. What do you want, a
heartwarming message? A happy ending? Some reason to have read this? Well, here it is. It’s never just a nightmare. There will always be some reason behind it. Want something happier? Try someone alive.
Every Sunday, when I got to bed, I have an 8 hour long nightmare where I’m running around in the woods. I know, sounds cliche, but mine’s weird. For one, I’m still aware in it. I feel everything. Fatigue, the passage of time, everything. Just like I’m running.
Another oddity is that it’s exactly eight hours. To the second. I fall asleep within seconds of getting into bed, and wake up precisely eight hours later. And, like I said, it’s in parts. On Mondays, I can hear it growling. Tuesdays, I can hear it’s claws scratching the bare dirt. Wednesday, I hear it breaking branches. Thursdays, I feel it’s breath on my hair, and the back of my neck. Friday, it starts howling. And on Saturdays, I can feel it’s claws reaching for me, tripping me up, knocking me over, skinning and bloodying my palms on the rocks, trying to get my way up before it can pounce on me.
So, sue me, I went to the hypnotist. 3 weeks, of 8 hour long nightmares, where I’m the star without a script. I booked an appointment, on the morning of what would’ve been the 4th Sunday. Blah, blah, blah, niceties, and introductions. Excuse me if I forgo the introductions. I’m dead. You don’t need my hypnotists name. The end. Next part.
So, he brings me over to my death bed. Or a chaise lounge. Semantics. And, get this, he actually used a pocket watch to put me under. A. Pocket. Watch. I thought I was the cliche in this scenario. But, on
with my story. He put me under, and then he started leading me into the nightmare. His voice kind of shadowing over me. This was a bit different, though.
It started out the same way it always does. Me running through a forest. But this was much different. It was more real. Scarier. All five senses were working in overdrive. After a minute or so of this
dream, it changed. Instead of just being the Sunday dream where I’m only running, it became all seven dreams.
That must’ve been when I started twitching, because the hypnotist kept trying to wake me up. The harder he tried, the more I fell under. It was most definitely not working. I was falling farther under, and losing almost all sense of what was going on around me physically.
It was getting even closer. This was different. The dream was going faster, and so was this... Thing. It had all the time in the world, it was getting even closer. I’m dead, I’ll repeat myself all I want, when
recounting my death.
In case you haven’t guessed, it killed me. Ate me alive. Devoured my flesh, and sucked the marrow from my bones. Every bone. I was conscious throughout. Not fun, trust me. Wouldn’t ever want to
experience it again. The coroner said it was a heart attack, officially. I watched him sign it off on my death certificate.
So, remember this, the next time you’ve got nightmares, or your kid does. And all you say is “It’s just a dream”. Well, that wasn’t just a dream. I didn’t just have a bad dream. I died. What do you want, a
heartwarming message? A happy ending? Some reason to have read this? Well, here it is. It’s never just a nightmare. There will always be some reason behind it. Want something happier? Try someone alive.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
The Snow Day by Patrick
It was a big day, Cath was very excited. Even if she was freezing, it was still her birthday. And it’s not every day she turns seven. And her parents were home... Last night, anyways. She bounded out of bed, and got dressed as quickly as she could, throwing on her best dress. And then she ran into the schoolroom. It was a nursery, once upon a time. But her parents were too busy. She was hoping to find her parents, but all she found was a note. With her school schedule on it. Sitting on top of her books.
“... oh.” She said quietly, to herself. There wasn’t any type of note, apologizing for where they’d been. Just her schedule. She looked out the window, hoping to see their car, or tire tracks, some sign
they’d be home soon. And all she saw was a blizzard. At least six inches.
“...forget school. it’s my birthday, and it’s snowing.” She walked back to her room, and put on snow clothes, and she spent the day outside, alone, in the snow.
“... oh.” She said quietly, to herself. There wasn’t any type of note, apologizing for where they’d been. Just her schedule. She looked out the window, hoping to see their car, or tire tracks, some sign
they’d be home soon. And all she saw was a blizzard. At least six inches.
“...forget school. it’s my birthday, and it’s snowing.” She walked back to her room, and put on snow clothes, and she spent the day outside, alone, in the snow.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
I Have A Dream
In celebration of Martin Luther King Day (Monday, January 19th) tell us what your dream is for your local community, the United States, or the world. Use any medium you like (art or prose) to earn at least 2 PUBLISHER POINTS.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
S(no)w Day
Here are two options for this week's chance to earn PUBLISHING POINTS from a blog prompt.
1. What if...once you walked into school you noticed you were the only student there?
2. Recreate your favorite snow day and why it was so great.
Turn in a substantial work related to one of these prompts and earn at least 2 PUBLISHER POINT
1. What if...once you walked into school you noticed you were the only student there?
2. Recreate your favorite snow day and why it was so great.
Turn in a substantial work related to one of these prompts and earn at least 2 PUBLISHER POINT
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