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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: ¿ Jesse Pawman ? on June 05, 2008, 09:59:52 PM
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I wrote this story in a dream I had about a month ago. I remembered it so clearly, I found a piece of paper and wrote down key points (in the dark) and filled in parts at school during study hall. There will be a few installments. Hope you enjoy "Where Am I?"
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“….only in dreams / In beautiful dreams.†I quietly sang along to the Roy Orbison song as I drove the silver Monte Carlo quietly down the curvy, rain soaked road with my little sister trying to sleep lying shotgun in the passenger seat. I’m going to be so late, I thought to myself as I stared at the green lights protruding from the digital clock which read 6:55 AM. Fifteen minutes before school starts, and I live half an hour from the school.
I kept staring at the clock until I somehow found myself (get this) in a prison in Nashville, Tennessee. Without a clue of how I got there, I looked and looked and looked until I saw two familiar faces standing, apparently waiting for me at the prison entrance. I wanted to go back but something was pushing me from behind toward them as they smiled and gestured to me. “Welcome! You’ll be spending the rest of your trashy life with us!†Said Joe MacLellan in his high tenor voice, a tall young man with short, spiky blond hair.
“Yeah! It’s ‘real’ fun here!†Claira Cason said with her usual sarcastic tone. I asked what I was doing here but the both looked at me like I had gone crazy, which after that they laughed. “You’re in prison silly! Don’tchya remember?†Claira said again. I responded with, “No I don’t.†I turned around to go back the way I came but two large guards picked me up by the armpits and took me into the black, gothic like building.
“What the hell?†I said struggling to get away. They carried me up the stairs to a large hallway filled with doors. “Go to the third door on the right,†the bigger of the two guards said deeply and evilly.
“There must be a mistake sir…I….I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just driving my sister to school when…†The smaller guard interrupted me. “When you hit that bus full of kids, sending them to their deaths down a steep embankment into the river, drowning them all.â€ÂÂ
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard! The more intimidating of the two guards took me to the door and threw me in where there was just a white bed and a tall floor lamp. “I’ve been expecting you,†said a voice out of nowhere. “Have a seat. You’re two minutes late. Where have you been?†I tried to explain my confusion to him but he yelled again, “Where have you been?!†So frightened, I responded weakly with, “I don’t know sir,†and sat down.
“Here, you’re never late for anything. Understand? Take your clothes off,†The man ordered. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly took them off with a red face.
Test after rigorous test was done on me and when he was finally finished after what seemed like hours, I felt violated of my privacy. “Alright. Put this thing on and get out of here.†He said giving me an orange jump suit. I did as he said, put my arms, legs, and tail through the appropriate holes and high-tailed it out of there looking back to see if he was going to attack me. I heard my name called to the right of me when I stepped out into the hallway. I saw Joe. “Come on! It’s chow time!†he said. He yanked my arm and I found myself in a large cafeteria full of people I knew: teachers, friends, family, parents, and others I knew in my life. “What is this place?â€ÂÂ
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Simply amazing hun keep writing cha! :lovestruck:
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Thanks. There's still a few more installments that I will post within the ne-xt few days.
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Lovely Dad. I really like it and I can't wait for the installments.
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Thanks daughter / great grandma. :S
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Now you've got me interested...Keep it up!
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“Jesse, can you follow me please?†I heard Mrs. Yellowscarf calling. Mrs. Yellowscarf was my choir teacher in high school, where I was suppose to be. She was a young woman, in her early thirties, with bring golden hair and a baby on the way. I followed her down a flight of stairs where she seemed to glide down them without touching the actual steps. I slipped as soon as I stepped on them. “Don’t worry. All first timers slip down these stairs,†Mrs. Yellowscarf said. I walked out of the building behind her and into a -very old bus or street car of some sort. Robin Robertson was playing the small synthesizer.
“Sing Jesse.†he said with a grin.
“Sing what?†I responded.
“Anything!â€ÂÂ
I started to sing the song I was listening to while I was taking my sister to school. “A candy colored clown they call the sandman, tip-toes to my room every night. Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper ‘go to sleep, everything is alright.’†When going to sing the first verse, a loud siren went off from a large horn located just beside the bus.
“Tornado siren! Hide in the seats!†yelled Mrs. Yellowscarf. I had not realized that the sky was very dark and dismal.
“Shouldn’t we go back inside!?†I yelled over the roar of the siren.
“Heck no! We outrun the thing!†Robin smiled back my way. I felt a sudden jerk and the bus type thing was in motion, and going very fast. “Where are we going!?†I asked Joe who was in the seat beside me.
“Outta here!†Joe responded with enthusiasm. Speeding down the streets of Nashville, I felt every bump that we encountered. After five minutes of roaring through the streets, we drove into the poorer part of town; the ghetto.
“Let him leave! Let him go!†People of the horrid area were yelling at the bus and hitting it with shoes and whatever they could find.
“They want their loved ones released from prison!†Mrs. Yellowscarf yelled as she suddenly stopped the bus. The loud swish of the door opening scared me more than the tornado. “Don’t let them come on please,†I said. Looking out the window, I saw ninja Joe attacking them. “What the?†I said. “Where am I!?â€ÂÂ
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Even more great =P Keep it up!
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Thanks for the comments. There's one more part to the story that I will post tomorrow.
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Ooh! I can;t possibly wait! Post it now, please? And I cover both well, don't I? :P
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*sarcastic* OOOoooops. I seem to have misplaced the my story. I guess you'll guys have to wait one more day!
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*pounces and bares teeth* Don't tick me off, great grandson.
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Ok daughter. >.> but still I'll post it tomorrow.
Posted on: June 07, 2008, 09:07:11 AM
Another jolt. We were heading off again without Joe. I yelled at Mrs. Yellowscarf to let him come back on but all Joe did was give me two thumbs up. We drove along in silence, still escaping the tornado, which seemed like it had gotten ten times bigger.
“Bye Jesse!†I heard just before I was shoved off of the bus onto the road by Claira. I hit the ground hard. The bus sped off. I was lying in front of a white building that had a small sign which read ‘come in.’ I quickly got up and stumbled in in an attempt to hide from the ferocious tornado. “What is this place?†was what I whispered when I entered and saw the two shower stalls and a kitchen like area with a bed and a television. I walked around slowly, trying to figure out the unnatural things that happened to me. I realized I was very tired and needed sleep. I pulled up the covers of the small, hospital like bed and found my sister soundlessly asleep in a silver and golden lined casket. I fell out of the bed after screaming.
I stayed lying down on the carpet which I found irresistibly warm and comfortable. I fell asleep within minutes.
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I shot up with a jolt. I found tubes and wires running in and out of my body. I couldn’t move my jaw (I later found out that it was wired shut). I tried to get away, but two big bulky doctors were holding me down. I tried once again to squirm, but then I tried to scream, to no avail.
Where am I now? I thought to myself. A woman was pushing in a cart of sheets by the doorway where I quickly read what was on the side of the cart. My eyes were as wide as saucers when I read “Tennessee State Prison.â€ÂÂ
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woah.. COOL! A little confusing but awesome story none-the-less.
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Keyword: DREAM
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Pfft.. I've had/read worse but it's very good.