Dream or Reality ?

by slandie

Published January 6, 2010

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It’s raining the cords out there.

I just got back from work…Hard day…They fired me.

Flashback.

"Mrs.Nate you can't work here anymore.

What ? Why ?

Always late. Stressing.Paranoid.Bad work.

I can change.

No it's too late.Please take your stuffs. "

I didn't wait.

I didn't care.

I just stood up and left the room.

What a day !

I close my eyes trying to forget everything I went trough during this week.

As I opened them again a pill of bills letter is fixing me, with a diabolic thing. Turned my head to watch something else.

The kitchen is a real mess but i'm too tired to clean it up.

I’ve got to take a shower.

Though is real cold…I’m sweating like a pig.

Have a feeling something’s coming.

Anyways….Catch a towel while passing in the bedroom.

Heading to the bath room… an icy wind paralyses me.

I don’t remember to have left this window opened.

Must be mistaken.

I close it and carry on my way.

The water is hot...Invigorating.

I'm done...Calmer now.

Oh Crap what was that?

Someone’s out there.

I Grab the towel and wrap it around me.

Walking with precaution.

Nobody.

But I can hear two hearts in the room.

Mine and another one.

Where are you? Who are you?

Nothing.

I take a knife from near the oven.

My heart is racing.

I can’t hear my own thoughts.

Imagination…

No.

A big black thing jumps on me.

Eyes closed.

Deep breath.

Slowly I open them.

It’s a cat.

Had the fear of my life for that.

Smiling.

Laughing.

So funny.

Then,pain.The most awful i'll ever know.

He used the knife i dropped earlier.

My back's hurting.

The towel’s turning red.

It was a trap.

For disturbing me ?

For keeping his indentity ?

He was hiding somewhere.

I can hear him laughing nastily.

It’s the last thing I remember.

Black.

Black.

Everything’s black.

I’m stuck in a heavy thing.

No sound.

Nothing.

All alone.

Mary, Mary

Trying to talk.

Yes.

You’re safe now.

Thank God.

I was dreaming.

What a dream.

O Late for work.

But where am I ?

Where are we?

Hospital.

Darkness again.

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slandie commented Comment · Jan 7, 2010

Thanks.........
*_*

taylawritesbooks wrote a review Review · Jan 7, 2010

i enjoyed the sort of twist at the end, when it wasnt the cat :)
and the lack of description could be good and could be bad.
in shorter stories like this i like less description cause i like to imagine a lot of it myself :)
but others may not agree..
well done anywaysss!

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ToritheMonster commented Comment · Jan 7, 2010

Well, you clarified the trap part, which is good. However, you still have lots of spellings and grammar mistakes, and I still don't understand the pill of bills line. Also, I see you took my advice with the italics. However, you need to be consistent with them. You're getting there! Keep working!

--Dreamy

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slandie commented Comment · Jan 7, 2010

Thanks for your advice...I did use some here.
What do you think about it now ??Is it more clear ??

Slandie

ToritheMonster wrote a review Review · Jan 6, 2010

Hi! Alright, I can kind of see what you wanted to do here from what you just posted... and I'm sorry, but you didn't pull it off. What you ended up with was a rather confusing jumble.However, you show promise, and this story might make it yet if you do some major editing. Here's what I suggest (corrections and notes in bold, * = I took out a word):

It’s raining the cords out there.

I just got back from work.Hard day.They fired me.

Flashback.

*Mrs.Nate, you can't work here anymore. * (Make it italic, it's easier to understand.)

What ? Why ?

Always late. Stressing.Paranoid.Bad work.

I can change.

No, it's too late.Please take your stuff*. *

Didn't wait.

Didn't care.

*

What a day !

I close my eyes, trying to forget everything I went through * this week.

As I opened them again a pill of bills is fixing me, with a diabolic thing. Turned my head to watch something else. (I don't understand this at all. Please rewrite this sentence. What's a pill of bills?)

The kitchen is a real mess but I'm too tired to clean it up.

I’ve got to take a shower.

Though it's real cold,I’m sweating like a pig.

Why do I have a feeling something’s coming? (this sounds better)

I catch a towel while passing through the bedroom.

I head to the bathroom,but an icy wind momentarily paralyzes me.

I don’t remember leaving this window open*.

I must be mistaken.

I close it and carry on my way.

The water is hot and it* vivifies ( I don't remember wht vivify means, but vivi is the latin root for cut... I'm thinking you'll need a different word here) my skin.

I'mdone, and calmer now.

* What was that? (italics here, it's in her head.)

Someone’s out there.

I grab the towel and wrap it around me.

I walk cautiously.

I see nobody.

But I can hear two hearts in the room.

*

"Where are you? Who are you?"

Nothing.

I take a knife from near the oven.

My heart is racing.

I can’t hear my own thoughts.

Imagination?

No.

Something jumps on me.

Eyes closed.

Deep breath.

Slowly I open them.

It’s a cat.


Had the fear of my life for that.

Smiling.

Laughing.

So funny.

Then, pain. The most awful I'll ever know. (Here, I reworded this for you. Sounds cooler, no?)

The towel’s turning red.

It was a trap …He was out there.

I can hear him laughing nastily.
(These two sentences really get to me. First: it was not a trap. Second: who is "He" and why did he stab her? Also, how? You say he is outside, and cats cannot stab. You definitely need to rewrite these)

It’s the last thing I remember.

Black.

Black.

Everything’s black.

*

No sound.

Nothing.

All alone.

Mary? Mary?

Trying to talk.

"Yes?"

You’re safe now.

Thank God.

I was dreaming.

What a dream.

Then I must be late for work.

But where am I ?

"Where are we?"

Hospital.

Darkness again.


* (Never, ever caps lock in a story.Especially when you don't need that sentence to be there anyway.)



Ok, there's your wonderful review. :mrgreen:
Please work on this! If you can shape it up, it can actually be quite good.

--Dreamy :elephant:

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slandie commented Comment · Jan 6, 2010

Hey EmmaJane,

Thnx for your advice.Once again you got it.So I made some changes and about this " So ... there's an intruder ... oh, wait; the intruder's the cat ... oh no! No, actually there really was an intruder ... and it's .. all a dream? No, not a dream, wait ... Oh dear.. Ha ha. " It was exactly the idea.
Thanks again.
You're helping me a lot.

Slandie

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EmmaJane wrote a review Review · Jan 6, 2010

Here as requested, Slandie! ;) I'll try not to manage my words, lol, but here are my thoughts on "Dream or Reality"!


:smt023 Chat/MSN speak:
Reading chat speak in a story is a little annoying because it always takes me longer to figure out what you're saying. Which isn't good because I want to be bam! on the next part, seeing what comes next, not a couple of seconds behind, decoding what you've just put.
While what you've got here isn't as bad as, say, "cba", "thnx", "dis", ... and various others I can't be bothered to name, it can still be improved upon!

Sooo funny.

You don't need lots of "ooo"s to stress the word "so", just stick it in italics. :)
OOooooo Late for work.

I wasn't even sure what you wre going for with all the "oo"s...
:) ;} ;]

Smilies in stories ... uh uh, not good.


:smt023 Lack of description:
It lets this piece down a lot. Which is a shame because, fleshed out, this could be quite good. But without the description, I'm not really getting a picture in my head, I'm not getting as tense or excited as I should, and I don't really connect to your character as much.
And I'm left with quite a few questions:
Just got back from work…Hard day…They fired me.

Why was the MC fired? What else does she think about it? Maybe you could have them remembering a scene or two of when they were fired?
But I can hear two hearts in the room.

Mine and his.

How does the MC know the intruder is a guy?


:smt023 A few parts I loved: (mainly because they creeped me out :) )
The kitchen is a real mess but too tired to clean it up.

Okay, that didn't creep me out, lol, but I can so relate!
But I can hear two hearts in the room.

Mine and his.

Where are you? Who are you?

Nothing.

Yeah, this is creepy. Love. C:
The towel’s turning red.

Ew, blood, gross. But boy, does my imagination love that.


:smt023 Overall:
I don't know if you were aiming for this or not, but it feels more like you've noted down the thoughts of your MC. I kind of like this, because it's original sounding, yet at the same time I'd love to see more description. This was certainly an improvement, this piece - no that the other was that bad or anything, but I do like this idea more, because it made me keep reading and keep guessing. So ... there's an intruder ... oh, wait; the intruder's the cat ... oh no! No, actually there really was an intruder ... and it's .. all a dream? No, not a dream, wait ... Oh dear.. Ha ha.
Keep on writing! :)
~Emma



Noelle, you can lead a writer to their computer and give them coffee, but you can't make them write.
— CowLogic