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Dreamcatcher

Postby Mitera Nikkou » Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:03 pm

Oi... Aye-aye-aye... Blurble...

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Um... Yeah... Braindead here trying to actually write something. So here's a prologue/teaser from Hell that took me six hours to write. -_- But I will persevere! After two years of distractions and such I feel that I really need to put some force behind my resolve so I can start writing again for real. And this story is what came up first... Let's hope that I actually have it completed some day. ~.~

I also took the liberty to make a slight rework with my grammar even though I still know nothing about that technical stuff. So it may be just as bad or worse than usual.

You can comment in this thread, but I don't expect any. Particularly for the little I have to start with right now. XD

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     He couldn't feel his legs as he ran, so scared was he that his legs operated on their own volition as he dodged and weaved around one tree after another. His heart thundered in his chest, and part of what had him scared thundered on his chest as a pair of breasts that bounced unrestricted in accordance with his movements. Then, as focused on escaping as he was, he yelped in surprise when his long hair was snared on a branch. Distracted by the pull and the pain, the bare toes of his right foot collided with a tree root and he tripped, crying out in pain even as his left shoulder collided with the rough bark of a tree that spun him around and caused him to land on the forest floor with his back.
     "No, no, no..." He whimpered as he scurried back, adrenaline washing away the sensations of his wounds and the pine needles and cones that his hands, feet and naked backside worked across.
     Already he could feel the dreaded presence of the creature coming upon him, but he was too frightened and confused to get up and run like he had been doing before. Instead he continued his literal backtracking until he entered a clearing that hadn't been there before, something that escaped his attention since his focus was elsewhere. But he did, indeed, take notice when he realized that the creature had no trouble fitting inside the relief of trees, it's monstrous and hulking form suddenly coalescing into being from the streamers of shadows that entered the clearing from among the trees.
     The sight of the creature made his heart cower within his throat, and all of his movement ceased because at that very instant his back encountered an obstacle that felt like a tree. All too convenient, he knew, but that realization never reached his fear-clouded mind. And it was true because the whole scenario played upon his fears, from being alone in the forest and away from civilization to the unmistakable culmination of his fears into one entity. One of his greatest fears was of the unknown dangers, so most of the creature was beshadowed and lacked definition, with the exception of its massive size, smoldering red eyes, gleaming, drool-lathered teeth, long and serrated claws that dripped blood, the foul stench that reminded him of or made him envision various terrible things, and the sound of its growls, grunts and the distinct annihilation of whatever it tread upon.
     Even as the creature made its agonizingly-slow approach, he knew that he was only dreaming. But never before had he experienced such a fright nor had he ever been unable to wake up from his dreams before; in fact, despite all of his practice with escaping unpleasantries, his best attempt wasn't good enough. It seemed that he would have to deal with his nightmare, something he had little experience with since he had taken to using the easier method that was the retreat from, and the restart of, his dreams. So he tried to will the creature away but still nothing happened and it still advanced, slowly but surely. His eyes stung and expelled tears because of the creature's stench while he held his gaze with its own, a weak act of defiance in light of its dominating presence. He tried again, using what skill he had in controlling his dreams, but his nightmare didn't end. To him it felt like he had been stripped of all of his power, left weak, vulnerable and confused.
     Just within the outskirts of his consciousness he thought that he had sensed disappointment directed toward him even as one of the creature's disfigured-appearing arms rose in preparation for a strike, its claws spread out and leveled by whatever it had for fingers. A feeling of hopelessness overtook him and he clenched his eyes closed in much the same manner that he clenched his legs against his torso with his arms, tucking his head behind his knees as he retreated in the best way that he knew how in light of the fear that drove him. Numerous thoughts raced through his mind, denying the possibility of the situation, expressing his desire to live rather than die, wondering what had gone wrong and why it was happening to him.
     However, instead of whatever dreadful development that he had expected, he gasped in surprise when he felt the anxiety, that had been imposed upon him, leave him suddenly to be replaced by the sound and sharp mind that he had grown to be familiar with in his dreams. Raising his head and opening his eyes, he couldn't help watching silently as the creature and the forest environment around him melted and dissolved until nothing but darkness pervaded everything. Curious about this turn of events, realizing but not focusing on his unchanged but healed body, he stood up as if there were something to stand on in the endless void, wondering what to think.
     Soon he sensed a welcoming presence from beyond the darkness, something that conveyed benevolence and a bunch of other traits that were being projected that he could only identify as being maternal. The darkness broke into a soft but dark blue hue before him, growing brighter and more pervasive as he felt the presence come closer, as if it were approaching through a wall of translucent substance. And then, like magic, she appeared directly before him, as if from nowhere. The sight of her took his breath away, though that did nothing to express the awe that he truly felt; so awed was he, in fact, that he hardly registered her approach or the questions that he had by the time that she embraced his stunned yet slack body.
     "Rest, my child." She whispered, her dulcet voice inhumanly soothing. "For now it is best."
     As if entranced, he was agreeable and didn't protest in any way, even as she planted a tender kiss upon his forehead. His world, then, began to fade from his open eyes; his blue world, filled with blue skin, kind blue eyes and blue lips that conveyed a warm smile which seemed fitting despite the whole color scheme. A second was all it took before he left his dreamscape and he fell, completely, into a deep, peaceful state of sleep.
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Postby Sophia Anieri » Fri Mar 10, 2006 10:41 pm

Very evocative. I look forward to seeing what else you have in mind.
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Postby Mitera Nikkou » Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:51 pm

This isn't really much... Sorry. I've been really distracted and all that jazz. So I guess I'll be proceeding with this story scene by scene. For now, anyway. Hopefully I can add more than that when I can. Including stuff in the details department. I can't say that I'm good with details. ^_^;

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     When he awoke to the sound of his alarm, he took his time to turn off the incessantly-annoying racket. Afterward, as he rolled back into a comfortable position, his thoughts immediately directed themselves to the dream that he had had. And yet, despite everything that had happened, he kept drifting back to that mysterious woman of blue. That didn't dispel the sympathy pangs in his chest that seemed to arise when he remembered his unbound breasts or the fact that the creature had been the scariest experience that he had ever had, but the thought of the woman seemed to make that all seem less... Important.
     Staring up at his ceiling, he reviewed his dream, noticing and focusing on things that he hadn't in the dream because of circumstances. And, to his surprise, he realized that the mysterious woman bore some resemblance to his mother. Only... More beautiful? More motherly? It certainly won his vote, but he could appreciate his mother's natural beauty just as much. The mysterious woman, on the other hand, wasn't at all natural... Real, for sure, but his intuition told him that she wasn't another like himself that frequently had free reign in their dreamscape. And she had been inside his to boot!
     There was definitely something amazing about her, beyond her ethereal beauty and benevolent nature. However, with only speculation to aid him, he could only wonder about who and what she was. The only thing about her that he was certain about, was that she had to have been responsible for saving him from his nightmare. Just the thought of her kind action made him feel a phantom sensation upon his forehead, as if the pressure of her soft lips still lingered there.
     "Chavez...?" A soft yet venturing voice entered the room.
     Winston's body spasmed in surprise, having been so engrossed with his thoughts. He looked over at his door as it opened and the light from the hallway cut through a portion of the darkness on the side of his room opposite of his bed. A hand reached into his room and flipped the switch, bathing his room with light.
     "Mom..." He groaned as he swung his left forearm over his eyes to protect them from the overhead light.
     His mother leaned her head into his room and looked over at him before stepping inside of his room. She was dressed casually, in a thick T-shirt and blue jeans that covered the tongues of her sneakers. She had her straight, shoulder-length dark brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, leaving a few bangs to hang around her chestnut-colored eyes.
     "I don't want to hear any 'mom' from you." She countered with an authoritive tone even as her eyes appeared to be lax in their gaze. "Rise and shine and tell me all about it over breakfast, 'kay?"
     "Fine, fine..." He muttered in reply as he squinted, peering under his arm to show some respect by regarding his mother.
     After his mother left his room and closed the door, he sighed and lowered his arm over his eyes again. He wished that he could spend more time reviewing his dreams, but school beckoned and he had been convinced a long time ago that, while dreams were nice, he needed an education if he wanted a good chance at having a decent future. Sometimes, however, he just wanted to explore the possibilities of another world entirely; maybe even get lost in it. The idea was certainly tempting, anyway.
     Reluctantly he did get up after he allowed his eyes to adjust to the light. From there he used the bathroom that was down the hallway to relieve himself and do some washing up before returning to his room to pick out an outfit for the day. He preferred to dress casually, so jeans and a shirt with some print on it or another was usually the order of the day; and today was no different as he chose a pair of black jeans with a black shirt that had a scene from Pink Floyd's movie "The Wall" printed on it. From his dresser he then procurred a pair of standard, white cotton socks, donned them from his seat on the foot of his bed, and then he slipped on and secured his sneakers to his feet.
     Seeing that his room was in as much order as could be expected in the morning, he gathered his completed homework from his desk, stuffed it into his bookbag, and then left his room with said bookbag slung over his right shoulder.
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Postby Arkain » Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:31 am

'Scapula-length hair' is pretty awkward. You don't need to nail down the exact length, just mention at some point 'past her shoulders' or some such.
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Postby Mitera Nikkou » Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:00 am

I know, but... I do alot of writing and get tired of using the same things all of the time. I also have bad taste and lack verbal etiquette. And so you see my poor choice in substitution. XD;; I guess I'll order up the usual for that then... *Goes to edit it* A failed experiment just makes room for more experiments. Cower in fear! ^o^

Speaking of which... I have another project on the way that should be done in a day or two. I can only imagine the reaction to it. @_@
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Postby Arkain » Mon Mar 20, 2006 9:41 pm

Indeed! Any good scientist knows that's the key. ;D
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