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I hate sleep
19:48 Apr 24 2007
Times Read: 542

I have really messed up dream



I know where I was but I haven't dreamed of this place in a long time. A place I was told never to go alone again. As I walked through the broken house begging myself to leave. I hate this place. I went there for real as a child and would never want to go back. I try to leave out the back door, the one that leads outside to the gardens and the pond. I would rather have been out there. But I can't open the door. I'm trapped in the decrepit kitchen. I bang on the door and scream. I beg to be let out. But finally in exhaustion I drop down onto the floor next to the old fashioned stove. I start to cry. I feel as though something is watching me. I close my eyes begging to be invisible. I hear footsteps running throughout the house. heavy footsteps that pound on the floor as they move. I crawl into the pantry across the room, and cover my face with my hands. I hear the footsteps go down the stairs. They continue to pound on as they approach the kitchen. I hear banging and slamming about the room. Then screaming. A woman's scream. I hear her begging and pleading with whatever is out there with her. I bury my head deep into my arms and try to block out the sounds, but the echo through me. I hear something snap and then silence. The knob on the door to the pantry turns.... and I wake up.



WTF

16:17 Apr 22 2007
Times Read: 549






bleh



She was no angel, though wings sprouted from her. Long feathery wings that surrounded her. The color of ash. Her wounds had formed scars, but she found them to be marks of pride. Battlescars always were. Dried blood covered her clothes and were caked beneath her long fingernails. Her long hair flowed free in the breeze. She looked down upon the devestation from the rock on which she stood. Blade still in hand, she waited for more to come.



Yet they never came though she waited. It couldn't end that way. She could not be the only one left. She did not believe that. She couldn't believe that. When night fell, she went down to where the massacre had occured. She rummaged through the masses to try and find anyone still breathing. She found one. Barely old enough to hold the sword that layed at his side. He was barely 14 still a child in her eyes. She knew it would be a while before he could walk again. The wounds were already healing but she could tell the damage inside would be great. She held his head in her lap and brushed away his tears. He was too young for all of this. But that was how it had to be. The attack was so sudden that when it happened everyone had to help. He didn't even have his wings yet. She frowned and waited for him to wake. She knew he had become a man that day. So soon. But she knew he would be a good comrad. They would finish what was started here. Someday.