Short Story : A Dream Story

“I hope you are a better listener when I explain what job I have for you.” He added. “It’s clear you are better than the rest of us, rich boy and all that. But, in here your life is in my hands. If I say the word, you’re dead. If I don’t say anything, you will sign your own death warrant sooner than later.”

‘I shall work my hardest for you and the world, even if I have to put my life on the line!’

"Well, you know guess if you work hard and if you are really passionate about something you'll go for it." Patrick awkwardly responds he responds to this so many times he has no idea how to spice it up.

“No, No, NO!!!!” I shouted as my dad yanked down the handle and flushed the toilet. As the last remains of water went down the drain, I felt half my heart had gone down the drain as well. “It’s okay John, I’ll get you another fish, okay?” “No, it’s not okay. That was my first pet, and I let it die. I don’t deserve a pet anymore!” With that, I ran out of the bathroom, ran across the hallway, and slammed the door shut to my room. My dad tried to get me out of my room to eat dinner, but I wasn’t hungry. After crying on my bed for quite some time, I went to my bookshelf and pulled out my journal. I flipped open to a page that I had neatly folded and began to read. Reading it did not stop making me sad, but I wasn’t crying anymore. I closed the journal and began to recall in my head, the day I got my first pet.

Songbirds flutter outside, singing their warm tunes of the autumn season. Ayra, a woman who lives in a small cozy home within the village, squints her eyes tighter as she drags herself out of slumber. Light shined through the window, exposing the suspended dust that floats delicately in the air. Oddly it was very relaxing, almost impossible for Ayra to pull herself out of bed, but she managed to eventually. She just went ahead and changed from her sleepwear to her daily outfit. Her daily outfit was a shapeless dress that was fastened by the waist with a simple girdle, her shoes were boots that weren’t heavy duty but enough to cover her feet. She grabbed her shawl and sat down at her desk to brush out her hair for the day. She just stared at her reflection, brushing out her auburn hair. She didn’t put makeup on like the other women in the village, her skin was a natural ivory and speckled with freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Her deep blue eyes really complimented the look as well.

Once in an old time, there was a princess named Shaelyn. She lived in a castle with her two parents King Craig and Queen Angie. She was a short 15-year-old brunette that didn’t have many friends. She was very shy and would have much rathered sit in her room alone all day instead of going out. Her mother had recently fallen ill and died unexpectedly. Shaelyn and her mother had a very strong bond, they were like best friends. When her mother had suddenly died she was devastated that she would never be able to see her again and would have done anything for one more goodbye.

It was a cold November night, I did not sleep very soundly. I tossed and turned in bed throughout the entire night. I’ve had plenty of dreams before but this one struck out. I informed my mom about the dream where everything was falling apart, little knowing the dream had apparently been sent to warn me about the day I was about to face. It was morning time and the sky was clear, clear light blue painted through the horizon. There are days in life when everything goes wrong and it seemed like today was going to be one of those days.

Once upon a time in a land not from here, there lived a girl. She was very poor and had no family left; for they had all died of disease. She lived in the forest far far away from everybody else. Since the town was so far away from her cottage she never went there unless she really needed something.

As I stood in the lifeless and cold forest, I could hear the distant speech of my counselor. I began to wonder off as droplets of the cold rain began to run down my rosy cheeks. I wondered what hike we would have to go on that night. You see, for the past days that I had spent at camp we had been advised about a special hike. As I began to wonder back, I felt a warm hand on my icy shoulder. Startled, I quickly turned around to see the confused faces of my friends. In unison my friends Andrea and Ally asked, "Are you okay?" Andrea had pale skin with long curly black hair. While Ally had slightly tanned skin, short brown hair with dirty blonde tips and purple braces. " Of course, I'm okay. I'm just a little anxious to find out what hike we would go on.", I responded. Emma, my friend with short blonde hair, glasses, very pale skin, and the most mesmerizing blue eyes that twinkled with the slightest hint of light, said "Don’t worry well find out soon enough." Our conversation was interrupted by our counselor to inform us about our hike. My pulse accelerated with every word he spoke. It had gotten to the point where my head began to tune out any information that wasn’t important. When the blonde-haired counselor got to the words "On today's hike you will be" my heart skipped a few beats. Anxiousness and excitement ran through my head. For I loved to go on adventures, especially those in a frightening and never ending forest.

Everything was all good November 12th. It was a cold day outside where I wasn’t in my best mood to get up for school so my mom thought it was ok for me to stay home with her, I wanted to look forward to spending the day with my brother deundre and my sister kyala once she got home from school. However, that day I had planned ahead of us didn’t go so good everything went the way I didn’t want it to go.

“Yeah,” she shook her head in agreement, “I believe you are right. Though I truly believe that everyone needs to start focusing on surviving as a team. There is no way in hell that we can do this without each other, Everyone needs someone to rely.” She stated with a slight, the hair she had pulled back bounced around wildly. Her dark brown hues stared at her. “There isn’t anything wrong with thinking about the long wrong as long you don’t forget about the here and now,” lifting her hand she gestured to everything around them. “Don’t wanna get too caught up thinking about the future and forget that the dead is wandering around eating the living. Stick with your group and you’ll survive.” Laurel spoke in a soft voice, a smile forming on her lips. “Even though the poor girls end up saving the men who want to protect them in the end.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She hated men like that before the end of the world and she hated them even more now.

A sudden noise woke Clemmie. A black dream swirled in her head, but no matter how much she tried to grasp it, she could not hold on to the nightmare which tainted her dreams.

John Logan breathed a stream of hot air into his cupped hands, hoping to warm them up against the cold mid-morning air. From his mouth poured a waterfall of steam, visible and telling of the temperature. If there was anything that John Logan hated more than having to deal with a homicide is doing it on a cold, winters morning.

It’s the year 125 T.E., and it was a pleasant day in the small town of Rieux, France. The sun was shining behind scattered clouds, as they slowly drifted across the bright blue sky. As Riya made her way down the busy streets of the Rieux market district, she couldn’t help but notice the inquisitive looks the shop owners and customers gave her. Though she was used to people staring at her shiny metal appendages, it always made her feel very self-conscious. She averted her eyes to the ground as she pulled the sleeves of her ebony black hoodie down over her forearms, and shoved her metal hands into the pockets of her dark wash jeans. After turning down an alley way, she made her way across the street to her apartment which was above her mother’s small café. Riya stepped into the café and was immediately hit with the scent of coffee and blueberry muffins, along with the quiet chatter of the customers. As she entered the kitchen in the back of the café, she was greeted by her mother with a big hug.

I knew before anyone told me, Grandmother passed away. Being only 14, I had already learned many things in life. My life had been a hard, which made me strong and wise beyond my years, yet it took part of my childhood away from me.