I'll make this short & sweet (I'm on the brink of falling asleep LOL) :
See you all there
MollyxWizard: Dreams 7Chapter 7 – Silent SaviorMollyxWizard: Dreams 7 by SimpleChica
I was falling. I couldn’t see anything, but the rush of air passing over my body and whipping my hair around indicated that I was definitely falling. Occasionally, my arms and legs would brush against something, leavings angry cuts behind. Touching the scratches, I could feel blood dripping off of my body and into the endless void.
Falling wasn’t so bad; it was the fear accompanying it that really tormented me. You cannot fall forever. Eventually, something must stop you from falling. In a dream, things like parachutes and gliders can slow the fall, lessen the impact, but I never get those. Instead, in my nightmares, I just fall and fall.
The darkness began to fade away and I turned my head back and forth as my surroundings grew brighter. I was falling through some kind of tunnel, with jagged rocks sticking out from all sides, jutting out dangerously close to me, slicing through my skin occasionally.
I told myself not to look down. If I di
MollyxWizard: Dreams 6Chapter 6 – Knight of NightsMollyxWizard: Dreams 6 by SimpleChica
I knew I wasn’t asleep, but I certainly didn’t feel awake. My eyes were closed and I simply did not possess the energy to open them. The scrape of shoes on the stone streets of Harmonica Town registered in my ears, telling me that someone was approaching me. At this hour, I had no idea who it could be, but I certainly hoped they were friendly. Were there serial killers in Castanet?
My mind screamed out when I felt a hand press against my forehead, but my mouth only parted slightly. I still couldn’t open my eyes. The hand withdrew, but was replaced by arms carefully finding their way underneath my weak body. In one swift movement, I felt myself lifted into the night air. Strong arms cradled me tightly. On instinct, I leaned into the warmth of the person’s body, feeling their steady heartbeat. The gentle sway I felt indicated that whoever was holding me was walking, and slowly at that.
I cringed at the sound of a high-pitched cre