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| kate (profile) wrote, on 9-23-2003 at 3:42pm | |
| Music: Green Day - International Superhits! Subject: Story |
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| I started this story a while ago, but I don't know if I'm going to go on with it. I don't know what I want to happen with it yet. Opening his eyes, he was hit with a deep blackness. It pressed against his eyes. "Ugh..." His head felt groggy as he sat up. A long yawn and he searched the darkness with his eyes until he found the luminous red numbers of his alarm clock. 4:23 in the morning. "Oh man, not again," Dylan said as he raised his hand to his forehead and rubbed his face. He moved closer to the clock and felt around it until he found a small table lamp and switched it on. His small room was dimly illuminated. Feeling wide awake now, he stood from his bed and walked to his bedroom door. The floor was littered with belongings and he almost tripped upon encountering a neglected skateboard. When he approached the door, he opened it and stepped into a hallway of two doors other than his own. At the end was a staircase. Displaying no intention of being quiet for his sleeping father, he bumped down the steps. At the landing he advanced to the kitchen and poured himself some milk. After a few drinks he sat at the dining table with his head down. "Why do I always do this?" he thought. Falling asleep early in the afternoon only to wake up in the young hours of the morning had become a habit for Dylan. This night was the same as all the others. He had awoken from the dream of his mother and two sisters' death. However, it was much more intense than any other he had had before. It felt real, as if he had been in the car with them, felt the terror as it drew closer to the oncoming impact, felt the incredible pain as the bones in his body were pushed under great pressure and felt the raw hand of death clutch at his heart, preventing it from beating once more. Dylan wiped the cold sweat from the back of his neck at this recollection of his dream. He swallowed some more milk, but the bitterness of the reality that they were never coming back didn't go away. |
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A-Fire-Inside | 09-23-03 4:34pm Well I hope you finish the story. What you wrote already was great. I started to read it and it drew me right in, and then at the end it was like "wow... what happens next?". The last part of the sentence "but the bitterness of the reality that they were never coming back didn't go away" really gets the reader's attention and it's like leading into something else that's going to happen. Well ttyl. Good Job! |
WindedHero | ..., 09-23-03 5:27pm nice.
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mothman | 09-23-03 5:31pm man, that was a great opening paragragh.
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