This was a book start that came to me from a dream. The book has been changed too drastically to recognize, only leaving me with the monsters from the dream, (no other elements truly remained) but I still love this dream.

I could feel the darkness; the night held no sign of life. My muscles tensed as a cold breeze seemed to fly past me.

“What the hell?” I gasped in disbelief. How could a shadow be any darker than this? But I saw something dark move in front of me, and I most definitely felt it.

Laughter erupted on all sides of me. I shrunk from the shrills as a hand grasped mine and pulled me at top speed out of the dark alley.
We raced up a flight of stairs, through a hall, and back down another flight. Out the door, back into the night and on the street, it felt like we ran for miles. I then heard a click and a car door slung open.

“Get in,” a man yelled. After driving at speeds over one hundred miles per hour for a few minutes he stopped.

Yanking me through a large metal door, which slammed behind us, he pushed me against a wall, typing a code into a keypad.

“Shh, don’t say anything,” the man whispered in my ear.

“Why not?” I blurted.

Nearly slapping me, he covered my mouth with his hand. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, he spoke softly into my ear again, sending shivers down my spine. “Because I don’t want to die tonight.”

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By Sarah on 07.12.09 8:17 pm | Permalink

I am not a writer, but I wanted to stop by to welcome you to SITS! I know that you will enjoy being a part of this vibrant community of bloggers

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By carma on 07.13.09 10:21 am | Permalink

I came by to welcome you to SITS! I’ll have to come back to write about dreams!

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By greedygrace on 07.13.09 11:15 am | Permalink

Ok, so I woke one night to this image that was in my head – a scene from my teen years and just had to write it down. It’s the start of a short story (I think).

You know you’re a redneck when your romantic life is based upon the happenings around the farm. During the hay season, your single and playing bingo with all the other females of your town; planting time, you’re in the garden while they are in the field; and during harvest time you can be sure the only time you see another male is if you happen to pass a John Deere tractor while you creep along behind another mud splattered wagon.

Thank goodness we’re in the summer season when men are as plentiful as the produce from the gardens we all planted.
My girlfriends and I are at a local barn dance. It’s the event of the summer and the whole town has shown up for it. When I say the whole town, I literally mean the whole town. All 577 of us including children, and yes that does include all the surrounding farms in the area.

“Oh look, there’s the band! I knew the boys were going to make it.” Becky said excitedly as she clapped her hands together.

We all stood still; gazing in awe at the sight of the five most gorgeous guys we had ever known. Becky could only see Mark, her one true love. Susan was more interested in the sound guy who was helping them all set up, while I couldn’t decide who I was more interested in this evening. I had two choices, Mike or Mike; one was the lead singer while the other played bass.

All three of us looked at each other and gave a little giggle before we ran towards the boys. Now this running took an art. We were dressed up in our party clothes, which consisted of Santana jeans, our nicest tops and shoes with a slight heel to them, not too much otherwise our mother’s would have noticed. Now, while we’re running, we had to make it look graceful and somewhat attractive. We all have long flowing curly hair, so we made sure it would catch in the breeze, but just in case it didn’t, you can be sure that we were tossing our heads to and fro to create that unique look. Plus, remember we’re in a farmer’s field. You had to be careful, not only where you were stepping, but what you were stepping on. It’s a cow field after all where a tractor obviously had a hay day making deep grooves where an unsuspecting foot could catch and twist.

While Becky managed to arrive with grace and ease, Susan and I were the unlucky recipients of a twisted ankle and a smelly shoe. Thankfully I was the one with the sore ankle, which meant, if I used it correctly, I could garner some one on one attention from the boys.

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By Steena on 07.19.09 8:57 pm | Permalink

Love that Steena!

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By Sarah on 07.20.09 11:11 am | Permalink