this is a short story i wrote quite some time ago. thought i would share it with all of you. i think i will do it in two parts. here the first part and the rest will be posted up later. hope you like it... I am waiting for the answer that could change mt whole life... As I walk through the young woods, i can hear the dead, brown leaves crumble beneth my feet. It is dark and the only light is that of the bright, full moon that looks down on me and the sparkling Milky Way that is like a blanket hanging over me. I come up towards the small railway bridge and look over the stone wall. Then I look outwards and see the fields of lush, green grass with a rusty train track running through it. The sky is so black. It is so hard to imagine that the white diamonds of the sky are only balls of red, hot fire buring billions of miles away. I can not help but think of tomorow. Tomorow could change my own life but I need to know. I have gone long enough without knowing. I guess I better go home now. I start to walk through the woods again but as I do so, I look long and hard at the moon. It so hard to believe that people can stand on that strange and deserted place. Technology can do alot these days but it will never change the past. My feet keep moving but I am so caught up in my own thoughts, I do not really notice. Before I know it I am crossing the main road, walking up my street and going up my garden path. I walk into my house and go straight to my room. I do not bother to put on the light but instead I put on soft, mellow music and collapse onto my bed. Then i drift, slowly, into a deep and uneasy sleep. Slowly everything starts to go a brilliant white light. I have to stuggle to see where I am and I know that I am no longer in my bedroom. To my surprise I can see that I am standing on a high cliff and the ocean waves are dancing a clumsy dance and crashing roar against the rocks below. A long way below. I look up to see children joining hands and dancing around me all dressed in pure sparkling white, looking like small angels. I have a great feeling of happiness. They stop and start to sing but I can not make out what they are singing. One child stands in front of me and looks at me with a sad face. He says something in such a small voice. 'I was ment to be yours' The children then break the circle around me, still singing and standing still. I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach and I start to feel dizzy. Everything is spinning around me so fast that I have to close my eyes. I open my eyes eventually but everything is not white anymore and the children are gone but I can still hear them singing. Everything has gone a dark, angry red. to be continued...
ok then. here's the rest. enjoy! (part two) I quickly awaken from my sleep. Beads of sweat are running down my forehead and I realise that it is quater past four in the morning and I have slept in my day clothes. I get up slowly in the darkness and steadily get changed. I tumble back into my bed and switch of my stereo with the remote. All I can think about is that dream. What does it mean? I fear what it means as it is now the third time I have had this dream. I, again, drift off to sleep. My stereo wakes me up, blaring in my ear. It is a saturday morning and I have to get up now. I get up, get dressed and go downstairs. I say good morning to my mother but I do not have any breakfast. I do not seem to have much of an appetite these days. I sit in the livingroom watching my mother do her normal housework. If only she knew that her only daughter's life may change so rapidly in the next few hours. It is time. I say goodbye to my mother and jump on the first bus from my house to the town. I sit on the bus, looking like an ordinary school girl going into town to spend money or meet friends. Everyone else looks worry free. Once i get off the bus, I go straight to the medical centre. I give my name at reception and take a seat. I hate waiting in these places because things take so long and it is too quiet, so quiet that you can hear everyone breathing. My mind starts wandering back to my dream from last night. I must have been fidgeting alot because the person sitting across from me is now looking over. The GP comes out of his sugery and calls my name but I do not acknowledge it the first time round. He calls again and I jump up, maybe too suddenly. He shows me into his room. On entering the room I notice it feels so differnetly to what it did when I was a child. It gives me an eerie feeling not quite like death but of illness. The atmosphere is so still and cold yet the GP looks warm and heathly. He does not seem to fit in here. I am told to take a seat while he finds my test results. I can tell from the look on his face that it is not good. 'I am so sorry, but it is found to be...' 'HIV positive. I know doctor.' I found myself saying. The GP started to talk about people I could call and how well group therapy was but I was only half listening. I could not believe it! I knew that I should have been been more careful but I though one night would have been alright. But I was wrong, very wrong. The doctor stopped to ask if I was alright. I gave no answer but got up and walked quickly out the door. I burst through the front door, desperate for air. I started to run. I do not know where to but I needed to run. Run away from everything. My waiting is over. please note that this is not based on true events
honestly, i like the story. but i think it could be smoother. flow more. some of the endings of paragraphs seem to be forced. :wth: but i like the story alot. keep it up man! i love to read you stuff!
thanks all for the comments! i actually wrote this story ten years ago and it's been festering away in a drawer ever since!