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This is a simple story that fell out of my head. I don't want to interrupt Lunacy. Tell me if you enjoy the child's point of view or shorter stories.
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So cold. This place I’ve found myself in is so cold. It feels as if I shouldn’t be able to move, but I can. My limbs feel frozen solid, but movement is not a problem. Yet I still can’t see. Everything around me is black. I don’t think that I’ve ever had a dream where I can’t see anything before. They don’t usually last this long either, dreams.
In my dreams, if I try to open my eyes or make any unnecessary movements, I wake up most of the time. Leaving this strange dream doesn’t seem so bad anyway, I’ll try to open my eyes.
There! My eyes are open. Odd. I must not be awake yet. Instead of black, I’ve been transported into a world of white. I can’t seem to distinguish any figures, not even my hand, which should be right in front of my face.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. There’s a little gray speck drifting downward, piercing this ridiculous white world. It looks as if the speck will land right next to me. As I move to catch it, I notice something. My legs are encountering some resistance, as if I was moving through some sort of liquid. It doesn’t feel like I’m touching anything wet, nor can I hear any splashing noise. How strange.
My little light, as I’ve deemed the speck, lands on my finger. It feels like… Ash.
I don’t smell a fire. I look around. Nope. No fire. Nothing but white.
Wait. I see more of my little lights. Two more are falling, but they’re far away. I bet that I can catch them if I rush, even in this weird liquid that I’m in.
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So cold. This place I’ve found myself in is so cold. It feels as if I shouldn’t be able to move, but I can. My limbs feel frozen solid, but movement is not a problem. Yet I still can’t see. Everything around me is black. I don’t think that I’ve ever had a dream where I can’t see anything before. They don’t usually last this long either, dreams.
In my dreams, if I try to open my eyes or make any unnecessary movements, I wake up most of the time. Leaving this strange dream doesn’t seem so bad anyway, I’ll try to open my eyes.
There! My eyes are open. Odd. I must not be awake yet. Instead of black, I’ve been transported into a world of white. I can’t seem to distinguish any figures, not even my hand, which should be right in front of my face.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. There’s a little gray speck drifting downward, piercing this ridiculous white world. It looks as if the speck will land right next to me. As I move to catch it, I notice something. My legs are encountering some resistance, as if I was moving through some sort of liquid. It doesn’t feel like I’m touching anything wet, nor can I hear any splashing noise. How strange.
My little light, as I’ve deemed the speck, lands on my finger. It feels like… Ash.
I don’t smell a fire. I look around. Nope. No fire. Nothing but white.
Wait. I see more of my little lights. Two more are falling, but they’re far away. I bet that I can catch them if I rush, even in this weird liquid that I’m in.
I’m getting pretty good at this. I’ve caught three of these dark gray little lights now. In fact, I’m beginning to have fun. I’m still freezing, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was when I first arrived here. I can even see my hands now that they’re covered by the grey powder.
This is a great game. I love the feeling of accomplishment I get when I catch the specks. I haven’t missed one yet. I wonder what happens if I do miss one. Here comes one now. It’s pretty far away. I’ll just let it hit the ground.
The little light makes a strange sound as it hits the ground.
A sort of crash as if two glaciers collided. The liquid is blue now. Perhaps if I let more little lights hit the liquid, then I’ll get more colour. I’ve let every little light pass me, but I don’t get any more colour. They still make that strange noise every time that they hit the water. It think that it is getting louder as more fall at once.
My little lights are afraid of me. Every time I try to get close to them, they stop falling, and then they reappear in another direction. A single speck comes to me and I let it falling into the water in front of me. Then the game changes. It’s no long catch, it’s chase. The liquid around the little light freezes, and the ice creeps outward in all directions, even towards me!
I’m pushing through the liquid as hard as I can, but ice keeps picking up speed. It’s gaining on me. It caught me. The ice folds itself around me, enveloping me like a blanket.
It was foolish of me to be afraid. It was just a dream after all. I’ll just open my eyes and I’ll be back in bed. I just wish that I could move, and that it wasn’t so cold.
This is a great game. I love the feeling of accomplishment I get when I catch the specks. I haven’t missed one yet. I wonder what happens if I do miss one. Here comes one now. It’s pretty far away. I’ll just let it hit the ground.
The little light makes a strange sound as it hits the ground.
A sort of crash as if two glaciers collided. The liquid is blue now. Perhaps if I let more little lights hit the liquid, then I’ll get more colour. I’ve let every little light pass me, but I don’t get any more colour. They still make that strange noise every time that they hit the water. It think that it is getting louder as more fall at once.
My little lights are afraid of me. Every time I try to get close to them, they stop falling, and then they reappear in another direction. A single speck comes to me and I let it falling into the water in front of me. Then the game changes. It’s no long catch, it’s chase. The liquid around the little light freezes, and the ice creeps outward in all directions, even towards me!
I’m pushing through the liquid as hard as I can, but ice keeps picking up speed. It’s gaining on me. It caught me. The ice folds itself around me, enveloping me like a blanket.
It was foolish of me to be afraid. It was just a dream after all. I’ll just open my eyes and I’ll be back in bed. I just wish that I could move, and that it wasn’t so cold.
this is very good I love it keep it up ^~^
You're very welcome Djcat. You know, you could always check out my story if you would like. It's not very far along, but the first short story is almost over. It might be worth the wait. Maybe, maybe not. The audience will take it as they must.
I noticed you liked all of my pages, even if you don't decide to subscribe i just wanted to say thank you! You put me at that top of trending comics for a bit! if you do decide to subscribe you won't regret it.
Okay your persistence got me. Subscribed!
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No! Thank you for creating all of your comics. (I'm sure that Mr. Windsor would agree.)
Thanks for subscribing to Real Dreams! Hope you enjoy the story as it unfolds :)
Oh wow. It has to be one the most original storylines on Tapastic. It is a great pleasure to read.
Oh gosh, thanks so much! That means a lot, really! I hope you continue to enjoy!
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The light from the setting sun glinted off the windows in the mansion and made the air dance with the intensity of its gaze. There was a pressure in the scorching summer air that couldn’t be explained away by though logical perception. The victorian house’s looming facade would lend itself to the imagination of anyone who saw it. It brought a time long ago with children in starched and frilly clothing playing in the yard while their maids stood a safe distance away watching over them with an eagle eye. If anyone had been standing in the expansive lawns they would have been able to faintly hear the sounds of a somber yet melodious song being played on the piano. Inside, the piano’s virtuoso's fingers flew across the keyboard. Each key and stroke had its own meaning and part to play in the grave composition. Deeper inside the house, a sudden scream broke out. Its pain and horror rang throughout the house. The terror in it was enough to cause nearly anyone’s eyes to widen in fright and the hair on their arms to raise in unison. Yet still the musician played. The player gently wove the screams into the music. They played around the scream, as if it was just another piece of the melody that they had created. When the screaming had finally ceased the artist finalized the terror that they had created with a long, low note.
Cute and relatable.
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