GlimpseA Chapter by Raef C. BoylanI had the worst dream I ever thought I could have, when I was seven: I killed my mother. Indirectly. We were staying in a castle with a more sinister version of the Addams family. Morticia’s doppelganger was in the shower and when my mum yelled at me for talking to her, Morticia struck mum dead; on the toilet. I ran to her and her eyes were melted into a horror of white and red fluid, kind of like the inside of a Cadbury’s crème egg. There was more to it but being responsible for the death of a resenting parent was what made it a nightmare. Last year I dreamt that my family took it upon themselves to kill and cannabalise my girlfriend - and that I joined in, knocking her unconscious and tearing strips of flesh from her body. Then I called the police. I woke up a gibberish mess, crying out of control and had to be consoled by the girl I had just helped murder; touching her all over to ensure there were no bones exposed by our atrocities. It’s funny. I’ve died more than any other character in my sleep, yet don’t class them as nightmares.
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3 Reviews Added on June 17, 2009 Last Updated on November 3, 2009 AuthorRaef C. BoylanCoventry, UK, United KingdomAboutHey there. RAEF C. BOYLAN Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/where-nothing-is-sacred-volume-i/1637740 I can also .. more..Writing
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