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| Daydreaming Nightmares; FEEDBACK people, is it any good? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 20 2007, 11:13 PM (104 Views) | |
| Post #1 Nov 20 2007, 11:13 PM | Taceo |
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Daydreaming nightmares Part 1: The beginnings A beautiful field encircles me full of wildflowers and tall grass with the circle of trees around the edges. The various forms of the natural wildlife gallivanting and grazing on the grass and hawks circle the sky overhead and occasionally swoop down and grab the usually unlucky mouse, and for the time being I am in paradise. The animals bound throughout the image when suddenly everything bursts into flames and collapses with their odd cries for help and my skin starts to flake up and burn off, the pain is unbearable it feels as if I had been sent to the core of the Earth and I don’t think I can last much longer. My tormented screams are broken by a disembodied voice, “Adam…..” I think I might be going insane but again the voice pierces my thoughts, “Adam, wake up Adam, are you all right … please Adam, wake up … please!”Then as if on cue, the images fade to black and the screams are extinguished in an eerie blanket of silence. I snap back to reality in a brutal fashion by hitting my head on the shelf above on the up-rise from my position. “Oh, thank God Adam, you started screaming and yelling that you were on fire and that you couldn’t take the screaming and that you couldn’t take it anymore!” “Huh…. Where am I” I said as I took in the unfamiliar surroundings, there was a bookshelf above my head with a smear of blood on the edge where I had hit my head and a couple of drops were running down my neck and falling like rain from the shelf into my hair. I was in my favorite t-shirt and I had on a pair of khaki shorts, and in front of me was a spotless old desk with a pencil and paper on it. The paper was wet and the pencil coated in sweat, “Where am I,” I blurted out “am I in school?” “Yes, Adam, it sounded like you were having a horrible nightmare, is everything alright?” An unfamiliar face gazed down at me as I rubbed the bleeding cut on my head and I thought that I was hallucinating because I had never seen this person and I didn’t think that school started till tomorrow. The last thing I remember was getting up this morning, and everything after that was just a collage of vague intervals that popped into my head when I saw the strangers caring face looking down at me and the cluster of students crowded around me as if I was the local freak show. “Why are you all staring at me?” I asked “It was just a nightmare. It’s no big deal, it’s not like I was really in pain. It was all in my head.” At least that was what I thought and I hoped that it would stay that way. It turns out that I couldn’t have been more wrong even if I tried, for it was all spiraling downhill after this. Part 2: Confusion My face flushed with embarrassment, as if on cue, they were all pointing and laughing, making snide remarks and doing overdramatic imitations of me screaming out. I got up and ran, I ran until I felt that they could no longer see me and to where their mocking laughter no longer rang in my ears. I had stopped in an unknown corridor that branched into many halls that looked as if no one had tread foot in since the late eighteen hundreds. I slowly walked forward into the unknown. My heart was beating like a drum in my chest. The hall was pitch black, the scurrying of feet and the ghostly whispers and disappearing visages were the only things that broke the silencing darkness. As if there weren’t enough occult happenings in the maze of hallways, there was a single reoccurring ghost that led me deeper and deeper into the maze of halls. The ghost looked like a girl in her mid teens, about my age 15, dressed in a blue and yellow checkered Sunday school dress, and a yellow bonnet tying her hair up. She was an odd ghost because she looked as if she was playing with my mind. “Who are you?” I yelled out to her as she turned around to look at me again as if it was a game of follow the leader. “Just follow closely and I can take you to a better place, where you have so often dreamed of going, but until then you will just have to wait and contemplate your future.” She giggled softly as she said this. Her laugh was a girl’s naturally high sound, but beneath that little laugh was a sound as chilling, as cold, as cruel, as the laugh of a maniac about to strike his next victim. “Where exactly is this place?” I asked trying hard to cover he nervous tremble brought on by that creepy laugh. “You already know where IT is you just need to remember what IT really looked like before your daydreaming ruined it.” She said in an odd voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She smiled and turned as she resumed her leading into the maze. As we continued walking the floor started to descend deeper and deeper. “Where are you taking me?” I shouted at her as a speck of light appeared at the end of the descending tunnel creating shadows that danced on the walls and climbed the ceilings, “I need to get back to my school, you know… the place I came from!?!? I said I need to get back to school!” As I said this I stopped dead in my tracks, rooted by fear as the shadow she cast started to grow and stretch. “You will never go back and you will never know peace or tranquility as your heart and soul now belongs to me!” She screamed in that same grating voice that echoed off the walls of the empty hall. I started to slowly back away as I regained control of my legs. “Who are you!?” I screamed as her shadow detached from the wall and started to solidify behind her. She turned to reveal her true appearance, her bonnet was covered in blood with a large gash tearing down the middle unleashing a torrent of blood to fall down her face and it was burned beyond recognition. “She is nothing but a puppet that I used to lure you down here so that I can finish my job. You are quite a lucky boy Adam, you have been on The List for a whole week that must be a new record, now come and collect your prize.” The shadow had detached itself completely and revealed the horrible hooded fiend, it stood there with a maniacal grin on its face and a large scythe, drenched in blood, waiting in his hand ready to do what it was made for, the harvesting of dead souls, and I was next. “No ….. It’s not my time; I’m not ready to die!” I screamed. I turned on my heels and ran back into the maze of darkness, as I ran the other ghosts started to come out and try to grab me as I ran past them, trying to escape the grasp of Death. “You cannot outrun me Adam, I am everywhere and everything. Let’s make a deal, if you can escape my catacombs of death you will regain you life and you can return to normal life, sound fair?” Deaths voice echoed throughout the halls as he was the very walls themselves. “I accept your deal Death. I will outrun you and get my life back!” I yelled back at Death’s disembodied voice, then a thought of irony crept into my head, I had just made a deal with Death. “If those were your intentions than I am afraid that you have already lost our little wager.” Death said in his gating voice. A sense of dread slowly washed over me and I turned in horror to see my nonexistent shadow rise off of the floor and warp and change into Death. My legs failed and I fell to my knees, Death came for me, scythe risen, and my time was up I had lost, so early and without any chance to win, and I was about to die. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the inevitable pain, then nothing, no sound, no sights, no heartbeat… no breath. Part 3: The end of all A small crowd had started to gather in the desolate cemetery, the skies darkened and let out an ominous boom of thunder. The young girl looked around at all the people who had gathered to see the funeral and pay their last respects, all for Adam, the kid who died in his sleep, the doctors said he suffered a heart attack but there were some quizzical aspects found in the general autopsy, his heart had a large cut through the center and his blood vessels had all withered away along with all of his other organs. The girl just stood in the back staring at all the people with an innocent look that suggested an emotional state of pain, sorrow, and fear; but truth be told, she did not weep for him or any of these other foolish mortals, instead she pitied them and their meager existences, but she knew that she should not stay long or her true emotions may bleed through her carefully made mask of sorrow and anguish. She turned her back to them all and slowly made her way out of the crowd; she walked her way around the graves that littered the cemetery on her way out. No one saw her leave; no one saw her hand gliding along the smooth tombstones, her mouth moving and uttering out the names of the dead she passed and they had died; and no one saw her as she turned back to face them all as she stood at the cemetery gates, her face now burned beyond all recognition, a gash in her head bleeding a trail down her face; and no one saw her shadow rise off the ground ad morph and warp into a large cloaked fiend, Death himself had come to see his handiwork be finished. The now disfigured girl and Death turned and disappeared into the shadows that cloaked the trail to the church, it was time to move on to the next person on The List. |
Amadare wa chi no shizuku
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| Dead like the heart that rots in my chest. | |
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| Post #2 Nov 21 2007, 11:07 PM | Taceo |
Does nobody want to comment or what?
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Amadare wa chi no shizuku
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| Dead like the heart that rots in my chest. | |
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| Post #3 Dec 3 2007, 10:34 PM | Taceo |
| if you all think its crap, just say so already, i am starting to think that myself after some thought. |
Amadare wa chi no shizuku
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| Dead like the heart that rots in my chest. | |
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