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@seekjustice thank you. *curtsies*
IMMA KAPEEFER! Til we're old and gray!
@rochellaine I would love to do this!
Here I go with part #5 of story #2:
There she stood yet again, the dampness of the cave making Freda shiver, even in her puffy gray coat. She moved forward, her shoes skimming over the top of the jagged cave pebbles. “Bessy?” Freda whispered, her voice trembling. “Please tell me where you are.”
“Hi”, said Bessy, her sweet face smiling up at her big sister from a dark corner of the cave. “Look what I made!” Lo and behold, those twin embers glowed coldly up from Bessy’s lap, threatening Freda to just try and come closer.
This can’t be real, Freda thought, this is like a nightmare. Then just like that it dawned on her, the thought blooming in her hallucinating mind. It isn’t just like a nightmare. It is one. It only took one thought though to send her into action. It was something her mom told her, the very memory of it unberring itself from her subconscious. You have the power to turn the darkest night into a stargazing event. You can only see the rainbows on the rainiest days. And remember, Freda, that the best dreams follow a nightmare.
So Freda ran out of the cave, her shoes gathering a jagged rock as she flew toward the forest. The sun was just going down, a beautiful new years firework display complementing the vivid winter sunset.
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Mr. Shelind ripped the headset of her, ignoring the protests of the doctor who yelled that hurred actions would give her permanent cerebral damage, and growled a few words as Freda came back into consciousness.
“You’re not doing it right.”
So good luck to… @dragon-snapper
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http://www.encircledbygrace.com/@kaya-young Hooray! She finally realized it was a nightmare…but it still didn’t work. 🙁
😀 Nice job. You might want to tag someone other than @dragon-snapper since she was already tagged by (I think) Seekjustice. She’s doing a part of Story #1.
"Sylvester - Sylvester!"
@rochellaine Thanks!
How about @ashlyvye
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http://www.encircledbygrace.com/@kaya-young Thanks! This looks like sooo much fun!!!
Fredda blinked up at the white ceiling above her, hearing her parents harsh voices screaming at Mr. Shelind. She sat up, rubbing her head. Something must have happened, her head wasn’t feeling quite right.
Her mom turned back to her as her dad continued to… yell whatever he was yelling at Mr. Shelind.
“Are you ok, darling?”
Fredda thought for a moment, the dream reoccurring to her. “I remembered it was a dream this time! I have to get back, just one more time. I’ll remember to get Bessy home now.”
Her mom bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. “You can’t go back now, Hon. Mr. Shelind got… aggravated. He accidentally broke them when he was taking them off of you.”
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They finally got home. Her family had worked so hard for so long, just to get Bessy stuck in the dream world and have Fredda risk so much to not even be able to go. Of all the few Creative people in the world, only Fredda, at 13 years old, was willing to try to save another Creative. How embarrassing for the others.
Fredda’s head still didn’t feel any better so she told her parents she wanted to go to bed early, but she just laid there for a long time, thinking about Bessy. She would be in the hospital right now, living in a dream world where she could bring inanimate things to life. Living in a dream world where she’d never wake up from if Fredda didn’t save her.
<i> That</i> was fun. I’ll tag… err… @skreeter
Also, if someone can’t think of who to tag, I’d love to do it again!
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Wait, I meant to say @skeeter
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*sigh* Sorry skredder, I keep using the wrong username? @skredder
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@ashlyvye That was awesome! 🙂
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http://www.encircledbygrace.com/Okay, so it deleted my post. I’m going to try this again. If there’s a double post then you know why.
@ashlyvye Thank you for the tag. I hope this is good. 🙂Part #7 for story #2
Freda’s head ached and throbbed behind her eyes as she desperately tried to fall asleep. She was exhausted. Five times, five times she went into the dream world to find Bessy…and five times she failed. She was so close to finally bringing Bessy back home, to have her annoying little sister back. A day like that would make anyone emotionally exhausted. She should sleep.
Her eyes refused to close. Each time Freda closed her eyes they popped right back open and her breath came quick and hard. It was like she was afraid. No, it was like she was terrified! Something was there in the dark.
The light from the bedside lamp illuminated the room to the far corners. No monsters were hiding there. But if that was true, then why did she feel like something was still trying to grab her, to drag her into the depths. The depths of what? Not even she knew the answer to that.
Leaving the lamp light on, Freda once again closed her eyes. This time determined to keep them shut.
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“Bessy! Bessy, come on, where are you?!”
Freda was not having a good day. Father said they could explore the caves but that they had to stick together. Bessy, of course, ran off on her own the second she got a change. Now Freda had to trek through the cold, wet caverns and try not to poke her eye out on any of the stalactites.
“Hi, Sis!”
There she was!
“Come on, Bessy. It’s time we went home.”
Freda had been walking towards Bessy as she was talking, but the word ‘home’ made her freeze in her steps. Something about that word was important. It was…it was…oh, why couldn’t she remember!
“Look what I made!”
“Bessy! Wh-What IS that?!”
“Do you like my new creation? I think I’ll call him Shiny. See his eyes shine? I think it’s a perfect name.” Bessy was smiling at her…thing, proud as a parent would be on a child’s first day of school.
“Bessy, please, we have to go home!” Freda pleaded.
There it was again. That same word. What was so important about that word?
“But Dad said we could explore! And I want to make another one.”
“No, Bessy! We can’t stay here! We have to go home! Please!” Tears were falling down Freda’s face.
“No! I don’t want to go home. It’s fun here, and Dad hasn’t come to get me yet.”
A second pair of glowing eyes accompanied the first. This time in the shape of a large puppy. The slate grey mouth opened to reveal a row of sharp, jagged, slate grey teeth.
“Bessy! Get away from them! Stop making them!”
Freda lunged towards her sister to pull her away from the rock things, but the puppy blocked her path and stalked towards her. Back and back Freda stepped to get away from the thing. The wall of the cave met her back hard. Panicked thoughts filled her mind. There was only one way out of what was going to happen. She was trapped. Nowhere to go.
“Oh, if only I could push through this wall!” Freda thought.
The wall behind her disappeared!
Freda fell on her back with a thud, the breath knocked from her lungs. Looking up now, since she was on the floor, Freda saw that the wall of the cave where she was standing had moved back about six feet.
“Wait a minute,” she thought.
The puppy thing was getting closer, but Freda didn’t pay it any attention. Placing her hand on the cave wall, she thought as hard as she could. Sure enough, the wall moved away from her. She could control it.
“No way! This…this is all a dream?! No, wait, a nightmare.”
An impact sent Freda sprawling on her ground. A raging, searing pain ran through her arm and up her back. Her scream shattered her own ears. She struggled to remove the puppy, but it only bit down harder.
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“Freda! Freda, wake up!”
Freda’s eyes shot open. In her confusion she rolled off her own bed onto the hard floor. There was too much noise, too many voices. Things tried to grab her, and she fought them off. Until one voice struck her. That sounded like her mother! Looking up, Freda saw that it was indeed her mother. No longer resisting, she was lifted back into the bed.
“You were screaming in your sleep. You kept saying ‘Get it off! Get it off me! You must have had a nightmare from everything that happened today.”
Clarity hit her like a brick wall. Freda knew exactly what had happened!
“No, I wasn’t having a nightmare. I was in the nightmare. It’s the same one that I had with the headset, only this time I wasn’t wearing the headset. But the exact same thing happened!”
“Honey, that’s impossible. You can only go into the dream world with the headset.”
“But I did! I know I did. Something happened, something changed so that now I can do it without it. I don’t know what or how, but it did!”
Freda’s mother and father looked at each other with concern. If what Freda was saying was true, then things have gone very, very wrong.
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“Well, doctor, did she go into the dream world?”
Everyone wanted to know the answer to that question. Even Mr. Shelind was present, despite his grumblings about dragged out of bed and insane o’clock in the morning.
“I don’t know how, but Freda’s brain has rewired itself to mimic the headset. She can now enter the dream world completely unassisted.”
Alrighty then, I’m tagging @kate-flournoy. Have fun! 🙂
"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
@skredder OHHHHHH *squeals* *shrieks* *faints* I LOVE it! This story is so much fun!!!
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@skredder Wow. This is getting very interesting. I like how she keeps having the same nightmare, but the events are always just slightly different or she has different strange abilities or something.
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Compendium of KP Literature: kapeeferliterature.wordpress.comCan I try one?
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https://forums.theaetherli@skredder That was a great twist!
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http://www.encircledbygrace.com/@Catwing Okay, I will do this tag today if I have time. But don’t tag someone else. I actually have something.
*goes to finish off school, and actually start it in the first place*
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@Skredder hooo boy… 😛 Okay, here goes. Part eight of story #2.
“I don’t know how, but Freda’s brain has rewired itself to mimic the headset. She can now enter the dream world completely unassisted.”
The words hummed in Freda’s head, bouncing off the walls of her mind like hollow echoes. She looked at her parents.
Dad’s face was wrinkled, his mouth twisted to one side. He glanced at Mom. Mom stared back, chewing on her lower lip, then pushed a thin silver bracelet up her wrist and clasped her arms across her chest with a shiver. “Ah… and doctor… is this… good?”
The doctor licked his lips, then reached up with an unsteady hand and patted his thinning hair down. “I’m just a medical man, sir,” he replied, shooting a sidelong glance at Mr. Shelind. “I told you this was dangerous. I told you it could have v-very bad results, especially as your daughter doesn’t seem to be a natural Creative. H-her brain isn’t… isn’t wire for something like… like this. I told you all that.”
Dad ripped the knot from his necktie, face twitching, and pulled his collar open as though the words made it difficult to breathe. “Bessy could die. You don’t seem to grasp that, doctor. My baby girl…” His voice caught and for a split second his face almost crumpled. “My little girl who never harmed a soul. She could die.”
The doctor shifted his weight and hung his head, backing towards the door. “I see I’m not wanted here. I won’t condemn you. I know it’s hard, losing a daughter. I only hope you don’t end up losing two.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
Mom stared at it for a moment, mouth set in a tight line, then whirled on Mr. Shelind. “Well?” she demanded. “Is it safe to go on?”
Mr. Shelind shuffled back over to his chair with a snort. “Oh, now you ask me,” he grumbled. He plopped down in the chair and scowled, reaching for one of the glasses of colored liquid on the edge of the nearest lab table. “‘It doesn’t matter if this is safe or not, Mr. Shelind’,” he chanted in a singsong voice. “‘We’re desperate enough that no danger is too great, Mr. Shelind. We need our sweet psycho daughter back, Mr. Shelind’.” His scowl deepened. He tipped his head back and tossed down the contents of the glass— a burning orange solution— with a grimace. “No. You came barging in here without my permission and forced this on me— me, an innocent scientist in the mental arts who never harmed a soul!— and you can darn well deal with the consequences on your own.”
“Now see here, Shelind!” Dad stepped away from the bed, eyes storming steely grey. “You don’t talk to my wife like that. She asked you a question and I think it’s a fair one. You said there would be no harmful side-effects. What do you call this?” He jabbed a finger at Freda.
“What am I supposed to call it?” Mr. Shelind shot back. He glared at his empty glass, then pushed from his chair with a grumble and turned to the back wall of the lab, where hundreds of strange, twisted jars full of brilliant colored liquids rested on shelves. “Call it whatever you like. It’s your brat, not mine.”
Mom gasped, and pressed her hand to her lips as tears glimmered in her eyes.
Dad’s face went from stark red to pasty white in a blink. His hands curled into fists.
Freda scowled at the scientist’s back, knotting her hands in the cold white covers on the bed. She didn’t mind being called a brat— who cared what nasty old Mr. Shelind thought anyway?— but he wasn’t allowed to hurt Mom like that. Anyway, what was his obsession with those weird drinks of his? He was pouring himself another one, cool as you please. Another orange one.
“See here, Shelind.” Dad’s voice shook, a wave of purple creeping up beneath his shirt collar and staining his cheeks by slow degrees. “I think it’s time you and I had a bit of a talk. First of all, how dare you…”
Something buzzed in Freda’s head, and Dad’s voice faded out. She winced, and for a moment the entire room fuzzed around her like a broken hologram. The white walls faded to monotone grey and the tables and chairs blipped out of existence.
A blaze of color slammed her in the face like an explosion from the jars on the opposite wall.
Freda gasped, then blinked, and the world shifted back to normal.
Well… almost normal. Dad was still yelling, Mom still stood beside the bed with her hand pressed against her mouth, and the colors of the room were back to their blank, sterile white.
But there were pictures in the colored liquids. Freda leaned forward, staring. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? The cooler, deeper liquids had soft, almost dreamy shapes floating in their depths. A whale in the heart of a blue jar, with its head tilted up and its mouth open like a wolf howling at an invisible moon. Two children in stiff jackets, dancing together beside a piano whose keys moved of their own volition. A young man upside down on a swing, drifting lazily through the air as he turned the pages of a book…
Freda slipped off the edge of the bed and padded over to the shelves, eyes skipping to the brighter liquids. Yellow. Orange. Burning scarlet. A line of soldiers with fragile, lumpy rock bodies straggled across waves of sand, stumbling and crashing into each other when the land heaved and rolled. A shark, thrashing in the center of a scarlet bottle as it chased strings of crimson smoke, like ink dumped into the water.
And in the heart of a brilliant, almost fire-green pitcher… Bessy. Freda gasped. Her aching head pounded and her heart sped up. She turned around, palms suddenly damp, and stared at Mr. Shelind. He stood with his back to her, gesturing wildly as he and Dad shouted back and forth, and his thin white hair stuck up on the back of his head like the quills of an embattled porcupine. The glass in his hand was empty. He had refilled it… and drunk it again.
Freda reached out without thinking, seized the green pitcher, and dashed it to the ground. Glass shattered and green liquid exploded everywhere, splashing the table and the floor in slimy strings.
The shouting trailed off. Three pairs of wide, questioning eyes blinked at her from across the room.
Mr. Shelind’s face turned red, and he stepped back from the pool of spreading green with gritted teeth. “Stupid girl!” he snarled. “That was the last of that! I haven’t got anymore and I didn’t write the solution down!”
“What is it?” Freda demanded.
Mr. Shelind dropped on his knees and started gathering up the pieces of broken glass, muttering to himself with vicious jerks and twitches. “Nothing you would understand,” he snapped. “Dratted children… always messing where they don’t belong… doesn’t she know how much it takes to… to… why, this is Essence of Insanity. Stupid, stupid! Worth a fortune… can’t be replaced…” He trailed off into muffled swearing as he scrabbled for the last pieces of glass.
Freda’s mouth fell open. “You’re not a retired Creative at all, are you?” she blurted out.
Mr. Shelind froze.
Freda’s legs shook and the room fuzzed again, flashing glimpses of a second dimension across her vision. The only real things in the suddenly dark, fuzzy room were the jars of light and the pictures that danced in them, shifting every second, and the shape of Mr. Shelind, staring up at her as he knelt on the floor with his hands dripping glass and green light.
His eyes glowed soft orange.
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