Agian.
I have had the same vivid, reoccuring nightmare since I had turned sixteen, nine months ago.
a minute of two
Mallory, even though she was my mom prefered me to call her by her name, I always had.
Abarat, of the dresser.
dark ally
I feel what seems an unquenchable thirst.
To my surprise, I [s]am[/s] crouched in the darkest corner.
it is always a different face. They walk in keys out and jingling to open a door.
crepe
Suddenly I am in fast motion, I am leaping at them.
I walked across the room to grab my favorite book, Abarat, of the dresser. It was the book I always read after I woke up from a nightmare. The pages were worn thin from constant reading. My best friend Tyler had given it to me on my 15th birthday as a gift. I quickly retreated back across the room and scrambled into my still warm bed. I sat against the pillow as I read a few chapters. I was suddenly bored of the book, and I dropped it onto the floor next to my bed. I reflected on the nightmare. It always started in a dark ally next to a busy street. I feel what seems an unquenchable thirst. To my surprise I am crouched in the darkest corner. I am not alone for long before someone arrives, it is always a different face. They walk in keys out and jingling to open a door. For some odd reason I am drawn to them and crepe slowly towards them. Suddenly I am in fast motion, I am leaping at them. It takes only seconds to reach my victims neck, and the sickly-sweet taste of blood fills my mouth. I drink in deeply taking my feel, leaving the body a pale empty shell and my thirst quenched...
I walked across the room to grab my favorite book, Abarat, of the dresser. It was the book I always read after I woke up from a nightmare. The pages were worn thin from constant reading. My best friend Tyler had given it to me on my 15th birthday as a gift.
I quickly retreated back across the room and scrambled into my still warm bed. I sat against the pillow as I read a few chapters. I was suddenly bored of the book, and I dropped it onto the floor next to my bed.
I reflected on the nightmare. It always started in a dark ally next to a busy street. I feel what seems an unquenchable thirst. To my surprise I am crouched in the darkest corner. I am not alone for long before someone arrives, it is always a different face. They walk in keys out and jingling to open a door. For some odd reason I am drawn to them and crepe slowly towards them. Suddenly I am in fast motion, I am leaping at them. It takes only seconds to reach my victims neck, and the sickly-sweet taste of blood fills my mouth. I drink in deeply taking my feel, leaving the body a pale empty shell and my thirst quenched...
Mallory, even though she was my mom prefered me to call her by her name, I always had.
She would still be asleep, and I would hate to wake her up.
It was the book I always read after I woke up from a nightmare. The pages were worn thin from constant reading.
My best friend Tyler had given it to me on my 15th birthday as a gift.
It always starts in a dark ally next to a busy street. I feel what seems an unquenchable thirst. To my surprise I am crouched in the darkest corner. I am not alone for long before someone arrives, it is always a different face. They walk in keys out and jingling to open a door. For some odd reason I am drawn to them and crepe slowly towards them. Suddenly I am in fast motion, I am leaping at them. It takes only seconds to reach my victims neck, and the sickly-sweet taste of blood fills my mouth. I drink in deeply taking my feel, leaving the body a pale empty shell and my thirst quenched...
I hated the dream, and could never get back to sleep after having it, maybe I really did need to lay off the vampire books for a while. But tonight was an exception as I slowly drifted off into a mercifly (wrong spelling, i think) dreamless sleep