Chapter 4: A dream under the moon
I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I had never been more frightened in my life. Where was I? This was most definitely the woods, or at least, not that I would have recognized. I could no longer hear the distant cheers of the festive crowd, or the running feet of Clarice, not even an occasional bird call in the trees, no, this was definitely not the woods, and I was most definitely anywhere close to reality. My feet shook, my hands turned numb, and my heart froze. I was in such confusion.
“No, this isn’t happening… How can it be?” I chuckled. “I must have gotten too much to drink; I must have fell and have been knocked out cold. This must be all a dream…” a very mysterious dream at that. I looked around, “some world my mind creates…” I took a seat on what seemed to be a fallen trunk, it was real enough. I looked around, still confused, “this is all so real; I never had a dream like this before.”
“Perhaps you should clear your mind otherwise,” I turned towards the voice at an instance. I had never seen this woman before. Her voice caught my attention at a moment, no matter how sweet and pleasant it sounded, I was on the brink of having a seizure.
“Who—who—who---“my words couldn’t come out, my lips were frozen.
She smiled at me, then approaching me, finally revealed herself from the bushes that concealed most of her body. She wore a white dress, a most peculiar outfit to be wearing in such a place. “Perhaps a formal introduction is required,” she extended her hand. “Caitriona Dowell, and what might yours be?”
I nervously reached out to show my palm as best I could, “Jacob Field,” we shook.
“Pleasure,” she grinned at me, “I see you are with the group from Helm’s,”
“Yes I am,” is this not a dream? What the hell was happening. “Where might… err you be fro—from…” I stumble on my words a fair bit, especially when I am talking to a beautiful girl in my dreams while noticing that it seems especially real.
“I am with the group from Darkens; I presume we must be traveling to the same place, Hillside academy?”
“Yes indeed,” I started to regain control of my speaking abilities.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Chapter 4: A dream under the moon
I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I had never been more frightened in my life. Where was I? This was most definitely the woods, or at least, not that I would have recognized. I could no longer hear the distant cheers of the festive crowd, or the running feet of Clarice, not even an occasional bird call in the trees, no, this was definitely not the woods, and I was most definitely anywhere close to reality. My feet shook, my hands turned numb, and my heart froze. I was in such confusion.
“No, this isn’t happening… How can it be?” I chuckled. “I must have gotten too much to drink; I must have fell and have been knocked out cold. This must be all a dream…” a very mysterious dream at that. I looked around, “some world my mind creates…” I took a seat on what seemed to be a fallen trunk, it was real enough. I looked around, still confused, “this is all so real; I never had a dream like this before.”
“Perhaps you should clear your mind otherwise,” I turned towards the voice at an instance. I had never seen this woman before. Her voice caught my attention at a moment, no matter how sweet and pleasant it sounded, I was on the brink of having a seizure.
“Who—who—who---“my words couldn’t come out, my lips were frozen.
She smiled at me, then approaching me, finally revealed herself from the bushes that concealed most of her body. She wore a white dress, a most peculiar outfit to be wearing in such a place. “Perhaps a formal introduction is required,” she extended her hand. “Caitriona Dowell, and what might yours be?”
I nervously reached out to show my palm as best I could, “Jacob Field,” we shook.
“Pleasure,” she grinned at me, “I see you are with the group from Helm’s,”
“Yes I am,” is this not a dream? What the hell was happening. “Where might… err you be fro—from…” I stumble on my words a fair bit, especially when I am talking to a beautiful girl in my dreams while noticing that it seems especially real.
“I am with the group from Darkens; I presume we must be traveling to the same place, Hillside academy?”
“Yes indeed,” I started to regain control of my speaking abilities.