Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 11:12 AM |
This is just a story I've been working on for the past few days. I wanted to post it to see what everyone thought about it. I'm not too happy with the title, but it's the only one I could think of. If you come up with a better title, please tell me. I might use it. :3
Intro
Dreams are not figments of our imagination. They are visions, warnings, and signals sometimes shown in strange ways. Always. People have known this for almost 40 years now. A young man by the name of Blake Cordovano made the connection back in 2014, on the 12th of October. Most people thought he was nuts, but then, they started thinking about it. More people began making the connection, and eventually, a few experiments were conducted that proved Blake right. Some people pay attention to their dreams and use them as guidance, while other's still think of their dreams as just their imagination. Maybe one day these other people will make the connection, and it just might save their lives.
Chapter One
The hallway seemed to go on forever. Zachary felt like he had been running down it for hours. It seemed like the closer he got to the door at the very end, the longer the hallway became. It was just like it was stretching out before him. His legs were getting tired and he was almost out of breath, but he knew he had to reach the last door. Behind that door was his fate, and he had to meet it. Zack pushed and pushed, and finally, there he was. He reached his hand out and grabbed the gold knob and started turning it. A glow was coming from under the door and Zack's heart was thumping against his chest. He was about to push the door open when a soft female voice made him forget all about the door and what was behind it. A young woman stood to his left, only a few feet away. She had long wavy brown hair that covered most of her back and the most kindest-looking brown eyes he had ever seen. The woman was a little plump, but still very beautiful. He studied her for the longest of time. She looked familiar and sounded familiar, but he couldn't think of whom she was. "Zachary," she spoke, "What are you doing? You should be more careful. You do not know what's behind that door." So very familiar... "Ah, but I do know what's behind it." Zack pulled his hand away from the knob. "You don't have the slightest idea young man, now step away." Who did this woman think she was to boss him around? "No. I know that I have to open this door and no one is going to stop me." The woman sighed. "Very well, I guess you must learn your lesson." With that, the woman's wings unfurled and a bright light shown through the hallway and blinded Zack. Once he could see again and his eyes had adjusted to the dark, the woman was gone. Zack fell deep into thought. He looked at the place where the angel had been standing, then the door. Half his heart was telling him to open the door, the other half telling him to listen to the woman and let the door and what was behind it be. 'Man,' he thought, 'what should I do?' After ten seconds of critical thinking, he decided to open the door. As his hand got closer to the golden knob this time though, he was not excited. Fear gripped him like a vise and once he touched it a searing pain ran up his arm. He cringed but opened the door. Light flooded the hallway, and Zack was glad he opened it. For a few seconds. Then he saw it.
Zack's eyes shot open and he almost fell out of bed. His heart was beating loudly and he was shivering. He had broke out into a cold sweat, so that made him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was. He rubbed his eyes and looked around his room. It was maybe about 5:00 A.M. at least. Maybe he could get up and start getting ready for school, then he wouldn't be late for once. He didn't want to go to sleep and end up with that dream again, so he got up out of his bed and opened his window all the way, letting the warm light from the sun shine through and bathe his room in it's glow. He didn't hear his dad downstairs, so he assumed he just wasn't awake yet. His dad usually woke up at 5:00 A.M., but every once in a while he'd wake up later than Zachary. Zack did a few stretches and walked over to his closet. He normally just grabbed a random shirt and some skinny jeans, but he, for some reason, wanted to look good today. He took out his best t-shirt and his best pair of skinny jeans and laid them on his bed. He'd probably wear a beanie and a few arm bands like he always did, but he wanted to make sure they were his absolute best, "Man," Zack yawned, "I need to take a shower too." Zack usually goes at least a week without washing up all the time. He claims it's because he doesn't have the time, but really it's because he's lazy. Today wasn't a lazy day though. Zack stumbled in his bathroom, started the shower, and stepped in. He relaxed a bit as the warm water ran down his body and soothed his muscles. The dream he had was still on his mind and he wondered if he should maybe tell his father about it. 'No', he thought, 'that would be a bad idea.' His father believed that dreams were visions, warnings, and signals. If Zack told him about his dream, he'd just freak out. It would be better if he didn't mention it. Zack finished his shower and began getting dressed. He was almost all ready and it was only 7:00 A.M. All he had to do now was eat breakfast, brush his teeth, comb his hair, maybe put some Cologne on, and make sure he had all his supplies. It wouldn't take long to do all that, and he did not have to get headed to school until 9:00. Zack reached for a box of cereal on top of the fridge, but then stopped. He had enough time to cook up a real breakfast, why eat this crap? He grabbed a skillet and a few eggs and began cooking. He hadn't eaten a real breakfast in a long time. He would cook eggs, and bacon, hash browns, and pancakes. His mouth watered as he thought about his meal. And since his dad wasn't awake to stop him, he would even drink some coffee. Zack was in the middle of cooking his pancakes when his phone vibrated. He looked over at it to see who had texted him. Tara. Tara had been Zack's best friend ever since kindergarten. She was a very kind girl and listened to Zack and helped him with all his problems. She was the nicest girl he knew. Not wanting to keep her waiting for a reply, Zack picked up hir phone and read her message: "When you get to school, meet me in the gym. We need to talk about something important." Zack tried to think about what Tara would want to talk about that would be important. He thought for 5 minutes before realizing he hadn't replied to her yet. "Okay." Sent. He went back to cooking his breakfast, but kept thinking about the talk him and Tara would have in the gym. "Wow, you actually got up before me. That's surprising." Zack's father, Blake, came down the glass staircase in their living room and walked in the kitchen. His jet black hair was messy and his eyes were half-opened, so Zachary knew his father had just woken up. "So, how long have you been up?" "About four hours." Blake looked shocked. "You've been up ever since five?" Zack nodded, putting his food on his plate. Blake watched him and looked even more thunderstruck. "And you cooked your own breakfast? Son, I'm proud of you!" "I always make my own breakfast when I wake up early, dad." "Which is rare.." Blake chuckled. "Why did you get up so early anyway?" "Oh, I guess I had accidentally set my alarm for 5:00 AM and I couldn't get back to sleep." Zack sat down at the kitchen table and shoved a whole piece of bacon into his mouth. He hadn't had bacon in a long time, and his tongue savored every part of it. He felt like he was in heaven. "Ah, I see." His father picked up a plate. "Save anything for me?" "There's some more bacon and pancakes, but that's all." "That's all?!" Blake laughed. "If your mother was still with us she'd be going on about how much a pig you are." He was smiling, but Zachary could tell by looking in his blue eyes that he was sad and he still missed Chelcy. Zack had never known his mother, since she died only 8 days after he was born. His dad told him she died in her sleep, but sometimes he thought his dad was hiding something about her death from him. Sometimes he even thought that she was still alive, but she had ran away, and his dad just told him she died so he might not feel so upset about the whole thing. He never really called her mother when he was talking about her, he'd always just refer to her as Chelcy when talking about her since he hadn't known her. He still thought about her and missed her a lot though, despite not even knowing her enough to call her his mom. He wondered what his mother was like, what things would be like if she were still here, and how she actually died or if she just left. He never had seen a picture of her, as his father had lost all the pictures they had. He had wanted to ask his father what she looked like for a long time now, but he didn't want to upset him. Any talk of Chelcy made him sad. Blake and Zachary ate most their breakfast in silence, like they did almost every morning. Then, when 9:00 A.M. came around, Zack headed off to school.
Sorry if there's any big grammar/spelling mistakes. I wrote most of this in the middle of the night when I was tired. And sorry if the first chapter is a bit short, lol.
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:02 PM |
| You guys too lazy to read a little story? That's just sad. :P |
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:13 PM |
| Be patient... RPers will come soon... But the problem is.. You made it seem like you were sending a message to someone. Not it being a RP... |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:19 PM |
| Or some RPers just think it's too long and don't read it hnnnnng |
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:19 PM |
| Gonna read it, but my screen is being annoying. |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:24 PM |
| What did he see? What's gonna happen? Who was the angle? Tell us!!!!!! |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:27 PM |
Haha, I'm planning on posting Chapter 2 when a few more people comment about it. :P And you'll find out. :P |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 07:59 PM |
| Need 2 moar people to tell me what they think xD |
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| 18 Jul 2011 09:10 PM |
Very well written, but do you have to spam the Enter key because it gets really annoying when you lose what sentence you were reading.
use paragraphs instead bru |
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| 18 Jul 2011 09:45 PM |
| I had it in paragraphs. When I pasted it though it screwed up and I was too lazy to fix it. :D |
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| 18 Jul 2011 09:56 PM |
| 0.0 You should be a writer. *Bows* You are my hero! |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 10:20 PM |
@Snow
Thanks :D
"FIX NOW "
MAKE ME <3 |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 10:26 PM |
| I'll post chapter 2 here in a sec. Just need to fix a few things with it first. |
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| 18 Jul 2011 10:35 PM |
| K, first, I'm all ready for rping in this thread, and second, awesome, gj. |
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Ichigo97
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| 18 Jul 2011 11:04 PM |
| Haha, it's not an rp. Just a story. :3 |
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