Bad dreams-go away


“I don’t care what he says! He should have thought of that before he slept with Megan!!  Gina, I’m sorry, but I can’t work here anymore.  Not as long as he works here.  I quit.”

Gina looked at her mom. A look was all it took. The silent question in her eyes had to have an answer.

“Riley, I’ll fire him.  Don’t worry, I’ll tell him as soon as he comes in and you won’t even have to see him. Just take the day off and come back tomorrow after you’ve calmed down.

“You can’t do that, Gwen.  You can’t fire him just because he cheated on me.  He can sue you for that.”

“Riley, I…” Riley was gone.  She ran out the door with uncontrollable sobs wracking her body.  Moments later Gina and Gwen heard her car start and leave the small parking lot of the bed and breakfast.

“I was going to say that the only reason I kept him was because of Riley.  I have had plenty of reasons to fire him and I plan to regardless of what she said.”

“I know, Mom. I’m surprised you kept him on for this long.  He’s always such a jerk to everybody.”

“Well good riddance is all I can say.

~*~

Gwen enters the room to find Gina still in bed and crying.  “Gina, are you okay?  Do you need anything?”

“I’ll be okay, Mom. I just can’t believe she’s gone!”

“I know.  It’s so sad.  I never should have let her leave when she was crying so hard. I never should have let her drive like that.”

“You didn’t know, Mom.  You couldn’t have stopped her anyways.  You know how she is.:

“Yes, I do.  I just wish I could have done something to save her.  I can’t believe she hit that truck head on.  Do you think it was intentional?”

“No!  She’d never do that!  God, Mom!  Besides, the police said she had so much mascara clouding her vision from all the crying that there’s no way she could see anything. It was an accident.  I just don’t see why she didn’t pull over before it got that bad….Mom?”

“What is it, Gina?”

“Oh…nothing, never mind.”

“Don’t you start.  What is it, Honey? You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing, Mom. I just..I thought I saw something.”

“What did you think you saw?”

“I thought I saw a red light pass over your face.  Just like I thought I saw one on Riley’s face right before she….”

“Oh Honey.”  Gwen sat down on the bed and hugged Gina tight.  “I think you worry too much.  Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yes, Mom.  Thank you.  I … Mom?”

“What is it, Gina?”

“Your nose is bleeding.”

Gwen touches her face and notices a large wet spot under her nose and starting to drip.  “Oh my goodness!”  she says and runs to the bathroom to clean up.

As she gets to the bathroom she notices the blood is coming faster and faster and, given what Gina just said about the red glow, she panicked.

“Gina, I’m going to run to the hospital around the corner.  Will you get dressed and meet me there?”

“Sure, Mom. Go ahead and be careful.”

Gwen runs down the stairs and out the door.  As she gets to the corner at the end of the block, she gets a little light-headed while crossing the street.  Too late, she noticed the motorcycle coming straight for her.

Gina hears the crash from her driveway and runs to the end of the block, scared of what she’ll see.  When she gets there, mom and the motorcyclist are wrapped together in a mass of bones, skin, hair and blood.  There was nothing she could do.

At this point I woke up from the dream.  Well….there was a little strangeness involving someone asking Gina for calligraphy pens before I actually woke up…  The whole thing was just odd.

Where do you go from here?  Do you ever have dreams like this?  If so, what do you do with them?

I usually don’t, but they do seem to get more frequent when I”m actively writing.

100-Word Writing Challenge


It’s time again for the 100-Word Challenge from Julia’s Place!

Please make sure you look at the original stories from the challenge as well.  See what Julia says here:

Many of you know about the 100 Word Challenge that is run from 100wc.net. It is the original 100 word project and is for children under 16. We desperately need some more folks to comment of these brilliant pieces of work. I would be really grateful if you could add a note and a link on your blogs to encourage your readers to get involved. Many thanks!”

 100-Word Writing Challenge

The prompt this week was “You bought her what”. Julia didn’t want to influence us with punctuation, so you can use the words however you like.  I have posted mine below:

 

 

“What do you mean you bought her?  What were you thinking?  The girl is obviously too young for our clients.  And I don’t want to serve that kind of client anyhow! “

“It’s not like that, dude.  Like, I had to save her!”

“Save her? What are you Jesus  f-ing Christ now? I don’t have time to mother an 8-year-old girl.”

“Dude her eyes, if you’d seen that look in her eyes.  Aw you’ll never understand.”

“Understand what?  Try me.”

“I don’t know, she had like…this dead look in her eyes, dude.  I couldn’t leave her with them.”

Can You Save the Faeries?

I believe this is Amy Brown's work.

Here’s a little something I’m playing with.  Let me know what you think!

You’ve heard it said that when children say they don’t believe in fairies that their lights go out. But they don’t die. Oh no, they don’t die.

When a fairy’s light goes out, they become nasty dark fairies. They miss the light so much that they become very bitter.

So instead of flying around doing good things, they do mean things. They don’t want to help young children believe in themselves.

Instead they whisper dark things in their ears. They don’t tell them to be nice and share. They tell them to take things that aren’t theirs.

They no longer leave money in exchange for your tooth as a special celebration.  They prefer to take away your shiny things, just because they can.

They bully around the fairies of light and tell you to do the same to your friends.  They take their money and kick them around.  Do you know people like that?

They pull dogs ears and make them yelp so mom and dad think you hurt the family dog. Is there any end to the mean things they do?

But there is hope yes there is.  There is something YOU can do!

It’s true that every time a child says they don’t believe in fairies one of their lights goes out,

But if you believe again their lights return!

YOU can bring back the fairies of light one by one!  Share this phrase with everyone you meet:

I believe in fairies, yes I do.
I believe in fairies, do you?

Say it with me, shout it out to the world!

I believe in fairies, yes I do.
I believe in fairies, do you?

Startled Awake!


Startled awake! Again the voice awakens him from a dreamless sleep. Where is it coming from? It’s beautiful…this heavenloy voice that replaces his dreams, every night for months now. The sound of heartache makes his heart bleed. What could it be? Why is it tormenting his sleep?

He seems to remember teh voice crying his name in loving adoration through harmonies no human could ever achieve. In his state of half-sleep, he can focus in on it more clearly it seems. Love songs too beautiful to repeat. Why? Someone is in love with him it seems, but who?

Crying, suddenly, for the first time, he hears it, “Logan…” Instantly he awakens. “…I love you.” It’s still there! How can he still hear it while he is awake? “How I long for you.” He’s not crazy after all! It really exists…sweet confirmation. Wait…there is a tiny light by him on the bed. “I am weak from loving you.” What could it be? He looks closer.

She looks up. There he is. Oh no! He’s seen her! She tries to hide, but she cannot find the energy. Her true love has found her, but too late. “Forbidden love, it cannot be. Our hearts aligned, not meant to be.”

He picks her up. She’s beautiful! He knows he’s loved her since he first heard her voice. He touches her wing with his finger. Runs his finger through her hair. “I love you too.” She closes her eyes and smiles. “Goodbye.” And the light goes out.