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AwESoMe!!!!!Man, sign me up for your fan-club already!! I swear if half those ya wannabe authors would write like this, the world would be a better place!!
totally!!
yeah, really. It's really awesome. All of your stories are cool but this is beyond those. I can't wait for your exams to be over!!
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Man, sign me up for your fan-club already!! I swear if half those ya wannabe authors would write like this, the world would be a better place!!"
He's a published author now :)
II KNOOOWWW!!!! The world is a better place! xD
Lol. :D and btw, check out my RAW weekly series of MIDNIGHT VISITOR. :D It's raw so yeah. I accept comments from it.
And just a few comments here. Clandestine won't be out till next year so... Please check on MIDNIGHT VISITOR and unfortunately, my HORROR novella might be the first to be acknowledged.
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Reymart wrote: "And just a few comments here. Clandestine won't be out till next year so... Please check on MIDNIGHT VISITOR and unfortunately, my HORROR novella might be the first to be acknowledged."
Yep! So excited :D
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Totally agree.
Glimpse of my outsider's trilogy. :)
ONE:
I open my eyes, listening. I hear soft footsteps coming my way; I know for sure that it’s him. His small body gliding along the dim light coming from the lamp on my bedside table. I know from the sound of his steps that he’s having nightmares of his own. He needs me tonight.
He stops, looking at me through the dark and I see his face flushed from crying. I pull down the blanket that’s covering me from the night’s chill. I know exactly what he wants, so I lean over with my left arm angling in the heap of pillow I’m using and gestures him to lay over next to me. He sobs a tear and slid next to me, curling like a newborn baby. I think of the days when I feel lonely myself, and finding no one but the shades of trees near the fences of Sector 3, where I would lay down in the soft meadow with my arms behind my neck and waiting for the flowers to say goodbye to the day. The only thing that stays with me is memory, unlike the flowers I’m with that dies without leaving anything but another growing life. Me, I don’t know if I could find mine, if I could leave another life. Sometimes, I do wish I died with them. But Isaac needs me, the way I need him. He’s the only thing that’s left with me. The only thing I care about.
“Hey. Another scary dream?” I put my arms around him and he started crying in my chest again. I know how it feels; I do know how it feels for him. And I want to hide it away from him; I need to be the strongest in this battle we’re facing. If there will be a battle. I can’t afford to lose my brother.
“Here.” I put a pillow under his head. He let me do it, but he’s still crying and his tears seeps through my shirt. I swear I want to take it all away from him. I want to mend his young mind with nightmares, even me has.
I let him cry until he falls asleep, my throat tightens every time I think about what had happened to us. How it destroys me, deeply. But I need to live, I promised my mother. I promised her before she let us escape. I close my eyes, my lips pursing intensely in my teeth. Not now. I don’t.
I hear Isaac’s breathe turns to a natural rhythm of sleep and I stay awake. I can’t sleep right now, I don’t want the nightmares haunt me tonight. I can’t say that I don’t want it to haunt me again, it’s impossible. I’ll die preventing it to happen so I let it goes off some other nights, until my body feels exhausted.
I feel Isaac is deeply asleep, so I face the ceiling. My name scribed in it, against the hard wood, by my angry hands. It’s the only way I could do to escape. But still there it was, coursing through my skin every time I see my name painfully carved. I don’t know if I’m trying to punish myself. I don’t know if I’m trying to let go. I don’t know if I can do it. If I can do it at all.
I put my fingers behind my neck and glance at Isaac’s small body. I let it all sink in inside my mind, I want to see him get older and have a family of his own. All the things in where he can forget the past. Everything. Everything that could tell him that the past was just another dream fading. A dream you cannot touch, you cannot hold on to, because there is nothing left but trails of lost whiteness. I trail my eyes all through him, thinking what he will become.
Deep inside, something is breaking. My breathe hangs for air I’m trying to prevent from coming inside my lungs. I don’t want to fall for it now, but if I try my heart will explode with all the pain I keep on hiding. I lean my whole body over Isaac and gently seize the lamb still sitting dimly on the bedside. With a shaking breathe I blow off the light. Darkness falls as fast as the air could even give me whispers. So I drop the lamb and it clattered softly on the table. I know, my hand is shaking, I can’t stop it.
I drop my body, not disturbing Isaac. Not disturbing the most fragile thing I have in this world. Then I bury my face in my pillow and let all the pain flow, drowning me.
TWO:
“Soren.”
I wonder how it feels burning in the pit of your own pain, to remember something that is not tangible anymore. Like the wind, it is there and you can feel it, but you can never touch it. Hold it. I dream of being pulled in a deep chasm where the unfathomable darkness lies beyond it, where I will feel the sick air in my cheeks when my body drops in the wind.
“Soren. Hey.”
I remember the golden meadows outside our house, how they brighten when the twilight is coming, how they glitter with dews at dawn. The sweet smell of early baked cookies I once loved. The colours of the morning sky, splashed by white clouds, drafting the dreams I keep on dreaming.
“Soren.”
The buildings on the other side, where the city rises. How they brought fascination to kids, how they maintain the balance of the city. I heard the sound of cries and a blue light slowly slipping down the skies in the middle the city. There was wonder, a graceful movement as it fell down. Bright, a light that dots its way down. Then it hit the tallest building and something marvellous happened, the building started to shatter from the top. And I smelled something in the air, so instant I wasn’t able to move. A hand grabbed my arm. Dragging me away from the beautiful creation of destruction. I am slipping.
“Come on Soren.”
Distant. But close. The ringing slowly descends to a dull sharpness of whispers. I still smell the smoke. There are mumbles around me, rising.
“Is something wrong with him?”
“I don’t know.”
“He seems away.”
Clarity feels my vision, pulling me out of the void I’m in. The voices become a moan of animals. Trapped animals. Of course, we all are. I want them all go away, I want to be alone.
“Soren, what’s the ma-” A hand grabs my arm and something clicks in my head. A memory so close but far, seems to grab me back.
I shove the hand away. Harshly, I think. Because silence fill the room when I did it. I look around, as if I see them all for the first time. Sitting in their seats. I’m inside the room. Histography class. And Professor Hugtie is looking at me with wide eyes behind his thin spectacles. I look around and see Jett lying on the floor, looking strangled. His face distorted in disbelief and worry.
I did not just shove his arm, I pushed him. And I’m not aware that I’m standing over him, my hands curled to a fist. Warmth closes around my head, severely giving me a headache.
“Hey man. I can’t believe you pushed me.” Jett says, leaning over to stand.
I can’t stay here.
“I-I’m sorry. Sir. I didn’t mean to...” I look behind my shoulder, eyes still staring at me. Eyes that tells me to stay away from them before I’ll be punching them all one by one between their noses. I don’t want that to happen. “Excuse me.”
I cross over Jett and run for the door, I can still feel eyes trailing behind my back. Trying to know what’s inside my head. Like I’m crazy, or another suicidal creature. I feel sorry for myself. Sorry for Jett.
I push the door and rushes out, the hallways are still empty and I’m glad I’m the only one. I hear Jett calling my name, but I let it all fade away.