Nightmare's End

[SimonW]

A story I just started writing. Have only written a little bit but shall update more later. Hope you all enjoy it.



Nightmare’s End…

Chapter 1: The Dream

She stood within the field. A light breeze blew by, sweeping the mid-length grass to the side. Her eyes closed and her hair flowing in the same direction as the grass, Moira stood silently, listening to the sound of the wind rushing past.
Suddenly, she got whisked away by the wind, floating up towards the sun. Opening her light blue eyes, the sun’s rays reflected within the iris of her eyes. It felt nice, her whole body cascaded in light that illuminated her flowing white dress. She arose higher and higher until she was engulfed within the sun itself.
She did not scream, it felt warm to the touch, a blazing star of fire that ignited her whole being. With a small gesture of parting her lips, Moira breathed in and as she breathed out she uttered one word…
‘Hope…’
And with that, Moira left as suddenly as she had appeared, shining brightly with the sun until she could no longer be seen.

With sudden brightness, Jacob awoke to the sun’s rays glaring in his face. In a sudden flash, he recalled the dream…the girl, the sincerity of her face before she…but then it was gone an instant later as his eyes adjusted and he grumbled as he turned away from the light. He knew he had been having a lovely dream, but he could not recall what it was about. With slight frustration as to be awakened, Jacob grudgingly sat up in his bed, the cover dropping down to show his sleeveless vest that he wore to bed the night before.

(end of part one)

 

[SimonW]

Here is some more, mostly filler stuff and little odd things.


(part two, chapter one)

Taking a hold of the cover by a corner, Jacob flung it off him in one swift motion, only detained slightly as he wrested his feet from under the cover and sheets. Finally achieving this goal and displaying his red and blue boxer shorts that was a part of his bedtime ensemble, Jacob swung his body until he was facing the side of his bed with his bedroom door displayed in front of him, merely a few feet away. Getting up, Jacob felt slightly out of place, his head felt weird and for a second he was disoriented. But, this feeling soon passed after another second went by and Jacob started walking towards his bedroom door.

Reaching out, Jacob held the cool handle of his bedroom door and suddenly felt woozy once more. Closing his eyes for a second, Jacob felt a slight shock to his hand. Opening his eyes and jerking his hand away from the door handle, Jacob held his hand that felt like it was shocked with his other hand. But as he looked at it he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. But, he could have sworn he felt…
Shaking away this train of thought, Jacob once again reached out to touch the door handle. It felt cool like before and as he turned it, Jacob felt a sudden urge…an urge to do…what?
“Jacob, come on down! Breakfast is ready!” came the sound of his Mum’s voice that was from downstairs.
Once again losing his train of thought, the twelve-year-old Jacob opened his bedroom door and stepped out into the upstairs hallway. It was not much of a hallway, more like a narrow passage of sorts. No matter how many times his mother tried to brighten it up, there was always this eerie feeling about it, a forever-shadowed corridor. Jacob used to be scared of it when he was younger, but he was past it now. He no longer needed a torch for the decrepit-looking corridor.

(end of part two)

 

[bruiser]

o.0 What you have written so far is great. I am ready for some more.
I loved how you explained the dream, it makes Moira seem very mysterious. I am wondering how she fits into the story. I hope that you can post some more soon. :]

 

[SimonW]

o.0 What you have written so far is great. I am ready for some more.
I loved how you explained the dream, it makes Moira seem very mysterious. I am wondering how she fits into the story. I hope that you can post some more soon. :]

Thanks for the support.
I shall get to it more now I know there are people reading it.
Oh, believe me, Moira plays a large part in it. As to how...even I'm not sure yet.

If you enjoyed this, have a browse for some of my other stories. They are not all here because there are no recent posts but you can look them up by going to my profile and selecting "find all threads started by SimonW".

 

[SimonW]

Here is more...


(part 3)

Brushing aside his thoughts of what were once his childhood fears, Jacob walked along the corridor until he was at the top of the wooden stairway that led down to the main floor of his house. Taking hold of the banister, Jacob glanced down at the slightly sunlit stairway; the sunlight appeared to be radiating from the front door, as if struggling to burst forth past the wooden barricade yet only able to come through the glassed small windows on both sides of the doorframe. For a moment Jacob stood where he was, the scene before him like something from a dream. And then as he closed his eyes there was a sinister whisper as if somebody or something was standing behind him. Opening his eyes suddenly, Jacob watched as he lost his balance from the top of the stairs and for an instant he was in mid air, at least that was what he thought before he felt his body hit the steps as he tumbled down.
“Jacob?” came his mother’s voice from the Kitchen.
But, Jacob could barely hear her and she seemed so distant. The thudding had stopped and Jacob could tell he was laying face down. With a few steady breaths, Jacob closed his eyes, not knowing his mother had come to find him sprawled at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t acknowledge that she was crying and cradling him in her arms. Nothing seemed to worry him anymore.

"Jacob, you will be the one…”
That voice, it sounded familiar. A nice feminine voice, almost like an angel singing prayers on its wings.
Jacob found himself in a field, he was dressed in a white nightgown. Glancing up at the sky, he stared at the sun without shielding his eyes. At the centre he thought he spied a figure, a girl dressed in a flowing white dress.
“What is this place?” he asked the mysterious girl in the sun.
“It is Hope,” responded the angel-like voice that came from all around.
Turning, Jacob tried to find the source of this voice but could see nobody around.
Then, sudden whispers erupted around Jacob, whispers of his own voice asking questions.
“Why am I here?”
“What am I to do?”
“Is this a dream?”
“What am I meant to be?”
Jacob stood listening to his voices until they settled down.
“I shall show you,” replied the angel-like voice.
With a burst of sudden brightness, Jacob shielded his eyes until with a scream at the intensity of the glow he found himself drifting in a sea of sunlight, being swept up towards the sun.

Opening his eyes slowly, Jacob found himself in a darkened room.
Breathing in through his nose, he could smell in the air a chemical-like smell.
Staring up at a white ceiling with shadows cascaded across it, Jacob turned his head slightly to the left and saw a metal rod with a bag hanging upon it by a hook. A small plastic and clear tube with liquid went from the bag to his left wrist. A sudden slight pain was felt in his hand as he slowly tried to close his left hand. Leaving his fist unclenched, the pain subsided to a dull ache, which Jacob tried to ignore by turning his head back to look up at the ceiling.


(End of part 3)