Prolog

Prolog

            As most stories are told, they often come from a tale, lived in a way that can be instantly remembered. Mine comes from a nightmare I actually lived in. I can still recall it in vivid detail. In anyone else’s minds eye it would have been shaken off as if it were a nightmare gone bad. This one was real, and it scared me. I’m now a firm believer in Hell and Heaven. Why you ask? Well, I can still recall literally chucking a woman into the safety of a open church door and her not letting go of my hand as I woke up sitting upright in a fully soaked bed, terrified I hadn’t made it into the church. I was physically out of breath and had a hard time reclaiming my own bedroom as the place I really was. I was almost certain the demon had gotten a hold of me. And this is the reason I said I lived it… The proof, a long red welt crossed the bridge of my foot just below my ankle, only now realized by a searing pain that shot almost up into my knee. This was SO not a dream. Literally jumping off my bed, from my outreached hand sitting position, I held a stance to fight, still fearing that I had brought that demon back here with me. I cautiously checked around the bedroom of my meager apartment as my heart rate was quicker then an automatic weapon on full tilt. Sweat stung my eyes as again I quickly looked at my searing foot. In doing the stupidest thing no one should ever do, Slowly I took a few steps away from the bed and I knelt down in a cautiously checking underneath it.

             Nothing. Now, having knelt down, I instantly realized that my foot begged my brain for medical attention. Right now I’d have to ignored it, quite positive that my life was still in danger at the moment. In quick limping steps, I began to check out the rest of my tiny apartment. only wanting to acquiring a safe and secure feeling, I even looked out the window, I happily realized the dark reddish tint light in my nightmare no longer applied. Still trying to half convince myself and still highly concerned, I limped into each room seeking any presence of the hell I’d just lived through, brought back. The thoughts of that place wouldn’t leave my mind. Thirsty, I grabbed a plastic container of drinking water and almost ripping off the lid, emptying it in almost a single gulp. It was the feeling that I’d been running in a marathon that confused me. I was totally out of breath, my one foot was still scaled blister red with pain to match and my heart was still beating faster then a hummingbirds wings trying to out fly a hawk.

          Then, studying my foot more closely again, a hauntingly deep red blistered set of three scratches had etched itself across the top of my foot around to the ankle stared back at me. I mean trust me, the pain was not imaginary and the wound was real. It seemed proof enough to me that what I’d just lived through was real. My labored breath hurt my chest as I continued to try and squelch it, trying as well to lower my own heart rate. In an almost unknowing way, I gave myself medical attention, pondering this realism of that nightmare. Yet, he whole time, listening for any sound that announced I’d brought that solid demon back with me. I completely recalled every moment of the night’s tome. It was so real, unexplainable. I was unable to just close the door on this saga. It nagged at me like it was haunting me.

            As a writer, real or not, I had to document it. Whatever that was. Then a saying crossed my mind, “...we don’t really know what’s on the other side, no on has ever really come back from being dead.”. Well as of that moment, I’m pretty sure I know… and it’s not what we’re taught or what we think we dream up. There so is a war between heaven and hell, and I believe I’ve just come back from the war zone.

Reviews

[Dayne]

Very intriguing, well written, few grammatical errors but this is the first draft so that will have to be overlooked. I have no sense of who the narrator is however he or she builds a relationship with the reader by showing vulnerability.

[M.E.Lyle]

Hmm, I've had my share of nightmares, but nothing like that. I did walk off the top bed of a bunk bed once. I smashed my face on a concrete floor. Turns out I only had to go to the bathroom and forgot I was on the top bunk. Not quite the same thing.
This intro is very intense. A few grammatical errors, but no disaster.

[Zeph]

It's interesting, excellently written and I will definitely keep on reading^^ Found a few errors, nothing that ruins the reading experience, though.

Also, in the first half of the first paragraph I found that some words were repeated one too many times; vivid & recall. My advice would be to try and find synonyms or rethink those sentences for a richer and more fluid reading experience. That's just my opinon, though, as I easily get stuck on things like that xD

Keep up the good work :))