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Nightmares Part 4 - The Truth
Mathias, called a voice from just down the grassy hill. Here, Ive brought bread, and water from the stream. Have some. The man plodded up next to the other, sitting down and passing a chunk of baked bread to him.
Oh, thank you, the other replied, taking a bite out of the loaf, then turning his gaze back to the cerulean sky. The few clouds that drifted past were white and fluffy like cotton, leaving plenty of room for a golden sun to shine down on the verdant Earth. A gentle breeze was all that accompanied the two men, rustling through their hair and brushing past the ragged green cloak that each of them wore.
Its nice to feel the sun again, hm? the man whod just sat down began, after chewing on a mouthful of bread. His hair was longer, tied back behind his neck, and a shade darker than the others.
Yes, I have to agree, the blond-haired man replied, as the breeze blew a few pieces of his shorte
Nightmares Part 3 - The Night
It wasnt long before they had passed through the gates of a monstrous stone structure. The clouds seemed to revolve around the two large spires on either side of that eerie castle, and with each step they took toward it, the worse the weather grew. The wind had grown into a fierce, numbing sensation on Renths cheeks, each gust stinging even more when combined with the sharp beads of rain. By now limp strands of hair were pasted to his forehead and cheeks. Renth clutched the frayed cloak around his body. If that sudden explosion of stormy weather werent enough to ward of visitors to the castle, the lightless windows and wicked, almost consuming dark atmosphere would be. At first, he had dismissed the thought that evil could have actually taken control of his sisters body, but now that didnt seem so ridiculous. And as lightning illuminated the sky behind the clouds in crooked patterns, he found thoughts of the dark man from his dreams returning.
Nightmares Part 2 - The Day-The Day-
A warm and deliciously fresh aroma filled the air in the tiny kitchen. Among piles of pots and pans was Mrs. Goldsmith, stirring a soup here and spreading a batter there. Sitting patiently at the table while watching her bustling mother was a cheerful young Evelyn, a wooden fork in one hand as she licked her lips, anticipating a wonderful breakfast.
"Mother, is it almost finished?"
It is, dear," the busy woman replied, tasting the soup for perfection. A squeaking door from the end of the kitchen opened, and out stepped a sleepy-eyed adolescent boy of about thirteen years. He slid over to an empty chair at the table and slumped down into it. Mrs. Goldsmith, still hustling about at the kitchen, didn't notice his arrival. Evelyn, on the other hand, pointed the fork at her brother.
"Hey, good morning! Wake up, would ya?" she giggled, waving the wooden object back and forth at him.
"Oh... 'morning," the boy replied sleepily, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Gosh, you look like
Nightmares - The Dream
A single flickering flame upon a lone wooden bench illuminated the black room faintly. Inside those walls, it was cold, dark and bare, besides a velvet rug dyed scarlet. Silent was the space between the stone, save for the eerie howling of a savage wind outside, a wind that echoed through the night like a wicked phantoms call. Suddenly piercing the atmosphere, high-pitched shrieks and desperate cries rang out against the walls and spilled from the windows of the primitive stone castle. A sharp thud stunned the rocks; and a body was hurled to the ground. A little shadow began to weep.
"Please! Please, don't hurt me!"
The sobbing continued, as the young boy raised his weary face in fear, hair disheveled and skin dampened from the brutal rain outside. Another figure stood just in front of the window, the blue moon light etching his shadow onto the floor. It was a tall, lean body wrapped in midnight coats and cold silver armor. The child upon the rug clasped together his
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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