Surreal Dream
I figured I still have lurkers who are interested/pretend to be interested in my works, so this is the first two chapters of my new fanfiction Surreal Dreams.
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Maybe this was another of those surreal dreams, and it would all be over soon. That's what she kept praying for, anyway, that at any moment she would be jolted awake by some insignificant noise in the outside world.
But that, apparently, wasn't happening.
She was still falling, and the ground was so close, impact was inevitable, inescapable, her heart was beating so hard, so fast...
Then she was flying, soaring above the dusty ground, so close she could reach down and touch it if she wanted to.
And then, Monique Rivers shocked awake, no longer flying, instead she simply found herself tangled in sweaty sheets in her room in Detroit.
"Another dream?" She asked herself quietly, words bouncing off the four darkened walls to project back at her. Her eyes darted almost relunctantly to her alarm clock. The uniform red numbers seemed to taunt her as the flashed midnight at her obnoxiously. There was no way she'd be able to go back to sleep, not after such an exhilerating dream like that. She was wide awake and felt like she had just had about sixty energy drinks. And, of course she had to be up at the high school at 6:30 for the student council meeting she herself had scheduled.
It was going to be a long night.
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Maryanne Martinez closed her chocolate eyes and hovered sunkissed hands over the glass ball that sat in the center of the table. She paused, hands still in the air over the crystal ball as she concentrated, seeming to almost feel the air around her; sensing the future. Slowly, her eyes drifted upward as her mouth opened to give her verdict.
"The love of your life is right in front of you, though you refuse to see." She mumbles, eyes still settled on the middle distance, knowing without looking that the young man across the table could still hear her. There was a harsh scraping sound as her client shoved his chair back roughly, rising to his feet.
"This is bogus." He complained, dark eyes rolling skyward.
"Think what you want, I do not lie." Her hands dropped gracefully to rest on either side of her prop, eyes finally meeting her client's disbelieving gaze.
"Yeah, okay." The statement was beligerent, and obviously deprecating, but he threw money on the table regardless, before bustling out.
"Maladucado!" She huffed before looking at the wad of bills on her table.
The fortune teller grinned, snatching the money up in order to count it out slowly. After she had written down the amount, Maryanne began slowly packing up her things. The circus were moving to the next town in the morning anyway.
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She could feel her wings moving, seemingly on their own, letting her swoop high above the cotton candy clouds.
She was running from something, but she didn't know what. There was a tremendous roar behind her before sharp claws tore through her clothes and dug harshly into her lightly tanned skin.
The circus girl shot up in her makeshift bed, hands flying to the phantom sensation in her lower ribs. When she found no gaping holes or the slick of wet blood, she let out a relieved sigh, before she checked the time on her cell. Three in the morning winked at her from the illuminated screen.
With a groan, she dropped back to the mess of blankets, a hand covering her eyes before she rolled over and drifted back off to sleep, pushing the dream out of her mind violently.
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"Alyce, will you wait?!" Alyx Withers cried, trying to keep up with his over exuberant twin.
"We get to go to the park!" She singsonged in reply, cerulean blue eyes glinting over a pink clad shoulder.
The park was full of screaming children when the got there, all clamouring over each other and the various jungle gyms, swing sets, and other toys, most being watched adults that hovered near by or at the benches in small clusters.
No one batted an eye as the dopple gangers made their way through the park; no one even seemed to notice the pair of them as they trudged through the woodchipped area towards an unused set of swings.
The two settled comfortably in the seats, but neither attempted to gain momentum by swinging their legs. The siblings sat in silence for a few moments, staring out at the other children contemplatively.
"Alyx? Did you have that dream last?" The girl's voice was soft as she looked at her brother questioningly.
"The one with flying? And the blurs?" He doesn't wait for an answer, doeesn't need one, and simply nods before chnacing a smile before offering her one pale hand. Alyce took it in her own quickly.
"They're just dreams, right?"
"Of course." Assured that everything was right in their world, the two began kicking their feet in rythm, soaring to the top of the swing set, hands still connected.
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Nick Connor flashed a dazzling white smile at a red head sophomore, knowing full well she only liked him for his money. That didn't stop him from flirting, maybe even getting a good bed partner. She was kinda hot, but he perferred blondes.
The hallways cleared as the tardy bell have a shrill cry, but Nick continued to swagger to his next class, fashionably late.
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The wind stroked his secondary feathers and lifted him higher in the air with strong strokes.
A clouded figure floated in his peripheral vision, all that was visible was the halo of gold that shone through the haze.
And then it was attacked by a creature with a wolgish face, sharp claws and glistening fangs. It dropped out of the sky, and there was a smattering of red along with the gold.
He tried to move, to save the blurred person, but by the time his brain managed to get the message across, the creature had slashed once, twice, and buried it's claws in the figure's stomache area.
Nick shot up in bed, covered in a sheen of sweat as he raised a pale hand to cover his pounding heart.
"I have got to get this fixed."
--
Maybe this was another of those surreal dreams, and it would all be over soon. That's what she kept praying for, anyway, that at any moment she would be jolted awake by some insignificant noise in the outside world.
But that, apparently, wasn't happening.
She was still falling, and the ground was so close, impact was inevitable, inescapable, her heart was beating so hard, so fast...
Then she was flying, soaring above the dusty ground, so close she could reach down and touch it if she wanted to.
And then, Monique Rivers shocked awake, no longer flying, instead she simply found herself tangled in sweaty sheets in her room in Detroit.
"Another dream?" She asked herself quietly, words bouncing off the four darkened walls to project back at her. Her eyes darted almost relunctantly to her alarm clock. The uniform red numbers seemed to taunt her as the flashed midnight at her obnoxiously. There was no way she'd be able to go back to sleep, not after such an exhilerating dream like that. She was wide awake and felt like she had just had about sixty energy drinks. And, of course she had to be up at the high school at 6:30 for the student council meeting she herself had scheduled.
It was going to be a long night.
--
Maryanne Martinez closed her chocolate eyes and hovered sunkissed hands over the glass ball that sat in the center of the table. She paused, hands still in the air over the crystal ball as she concentrated, seeming to almost feel the air around her; sensing the future. Slowly, her eyes drifted upward as her mouth opened to give her verdict.
"The love of your life is right in front of you, though you refuse to see." She mumbles, eyes still settled on the middle distance, knowing without looking that the young man across the table could still hear her. There was a harsh scraping sound as her client shoved his chair back roughly, rising to his feet.
"This is bogus." He complained, dark eyes rolling skyward.
"Think what you want, I do not lie." Her hands dropped gracefully to rest on either side of her prop, eyes finally meeting her client's disbelieving gaze.
"Yeah, okay." The statement was beligerent, and obviously deprecating, but he threw money on the table regardless, before bustling out.
"Maladucado!" She huffed before looking at the wad of bills on her table.
The fortune teller grinned, snatching the money up in order to count it out slowly. After she had written down the amount, Maryanne began slowly packing up her things. The circus were moving to the next town in the morning anyway.
--
She could feel her wings moving, seemingly on their own, letting her swoop high above the cotton candy clouds.
She was running from something, but she didn't know what. There was a tremendous roar behind her before sharp claws tore through her clothes and dug harshly into her lightly tanned skin.
The circus girl shot up in her makeshift bed, hands flying to the phantom sensation in her lower ribs. When she found no gaping holes or the slick of wet blood, she let out a relieved sigh, before she checked the time on her cell. Three in the morning winked at her from the illuminated screen.
With a groan, she dropped back to the mess of blankets, a hand covering her eyes before she rolled over and drifted back off to sleep, pushing the dream out of her mind violently.
-[---
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"Alyce, will you wait?!" Alyx Withers cried, trying to keep up with his over exuberant twin.
"We get to go to the park!" She singsonged in reply, cerulean blue eyes glinting over a pink clad shoulder.
The park was full of screaming children when the got there, all clamouring over each other and the various jungle gyms, swing sets, and other toys, most being watched adults that hovered near by or at the benches in small clusters.
No one batted an eye as the dopple gangers made their way through the park; no one even seemed to notice the pair of them as they trudged through the woodchipped area towards an unused set of swings.
The two settled comfortably in the seats, but neither attempted to gain momentum by swinging their legs. The siblings sat in silence for a few moments, staring out at the other children contemplatively.
"Alyx? Did you have that dream last?" The girl's voice was soft as she looked at her brother questioningly.
"The one with flying? And the blurs?" He doesn't wait for an answer, doeesn't need one, and simply nods before chnacing a smile before offering her one pale hand. Alyce took it in her own quickly.
"They're just dreams, right?"
"Of course." Assured that everything was right in their world, the two began kicking their feet in rythm, soaring to the top of the swing set, hands still connected.
--
Nick Connor flashed a dazzling white smile at a red head sophomore, knowing full well she only liked him for his money. That didn't stop him from flirting, maybe even getting a good bed partner. She was kinda hot, but he perferred blondes.
The hallways cleared as the tardy bell have a shrill cry, but Nick continued to swagger to his next class, fashionably late.
-
The wind stroked his secondary feathers and lifted him higher in the air with strong strokes.
A clouded figure floated in his peripheral vision, all that was visible was the halo of gold that shone through the haze.
And then it was attacked by a creature with a wolgish face, sharp claws and glistening fangs. It dropped out of the sky, and there was a smattering of red along with the gold.
He tried to move, to save the blurred person, but by the time his brain managed to get the message across, the creature had slashed once, twice, and buried it's claws in the figure's stomache area.
Nick shot up in bed, covered in a sheen of sweat as he raised a pale hand to cover his pounding heart.
"I have got to get this fixed."