In my dreams secrets unfold

in auriellas perspective

  The flames burned high, the embers were scolding and the sweat was building upon my face. I ran through each tunnel in the depths of hell searching for a single light of hope. My feet tredded and began to stick as the soles were melting, i to felt like i was melting. Her laugh began echo, my rage surged and burned hotter then coal could. When i reached her my dad was standing before her knelt down, oozing blood. he was caughing and spewing his eyes were glazing over and his breath lightened. I tried to scream but no sound came. I ran to her tried to save him. I lunged at her and fell right through her, it was like i didnt exist. I cried out.

 

  2:30 am. This is the time awoke and realized it was all just a dream. I awoke drenched in persperation, and more confused then i ever could be. My father didnt have blue eyes. His eyes green sometimes lightened in purple. In my dream his lips were more womanly then i could remember as well. Was i trying to let myself believe he isnt dead? or was i onto something. Is he alive?

 

  The next day dragged on, the sun never showed through the canopy of the trees and the grey clouds never let up. A single strike of lighting and my eyes were glued to the sky. Rain began to pour, and i just stood there. I extended my arms out, threw my head back, and screamed as loud as i could. The fire inside me no longer burned. Goose bumps invadedd my skin, and tears cascaded down my white as snow face.

 

  The fire finally dimmed and it was time for me to sleep. Though i must say i did not feel the desire for more questions. I wished not to dream, but i knew there was no way for me to stop it. I went into my canvas tent, my home layed on the bed and before i knew it i was asleep.

 

   The vivid images of my mother were like a slide show within my dreams. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and curving lips you couldnt forget. The thought was dim but it jumped into my mind, My father killed my mother, he is still alive. he is the demon who haunts my dreams.

 

   The next day was still as grey as the day before. I wished it had rained, the rain soothes me. I waited to ask Nolan the questions invading my mind, to share with him my dreams. HE approached me while i was seated on a rain drenched log [earing into the fire, mesmerized by its beauty. "i know what has been puzzling you, you have kept your gaurd down the past couple of days and i have been channeling your thoughts." His words broke my concentration on the flames flickering light and brought me to look to the sky. "your thoughts are possible, there are many of us who can change shape, apperance, the one thing that cant be changed is the color of our eyes and the softness of our lips" he pondered awhile then spoke again, "for the mouth speaks the soul, and the eyes are the key to it."

 

  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the chapter. The story has strength in the chapter. The description was enough to hold the reader. I like the last two lines a lot. I must back track and read the beginning.
Coyote