Well, some of u lovely people zei you'd like to read some of my stuff, I thought I'd post this thing on here, since I have no idea where i might be going with this when/if it's ever finished.
So, this is the first chapter of Dreamplanet, something I've wanted to write for a long time now, but only started on about two weeks ago. So far, I've got a plot for sixteen chapters, but the story I've planned is nowhere near finished door then..
One meer important thing about this is, that, well, every chapter is (more of less loosely) based on a dream I've had & that's why later on there may be a lot of scenes missing, since basically I just took what I could remember from the dreams & tried to string it together into a plot.
Anyway, I hope u guys like it/even have the nerve to read it & please forgive me if i made any spelling mistakes of stuff..
Oh! Also, if any of u dislike children as main characters (like my sister does, for example :P), don't worry, Savannah's going to be older in the volgende chapter.
Other than that, I should probably mention that there's a lot of swearing throughout & some violence/disturbing themes later on.
Dreamplanet
written door Francy
Chapter One: The Devil Himself
She was Savannah Blackthorn.
She was 7 years old. She was a petite little child, with big, silky, dark hair and sparkling hazel, almost yellow, so innocent-looking eyes.
Today, May 13th 2002, was the dag she'd discover her bravery, her inner flame, her passion and her destiny.
She walked through the thick darkness that swallowed everything, her hart-, hart racing at the thought of all the invisible dangers that might be waiting for the right moment to jump out and shred her to pieces in the shadows.
Her vrienden whom she'd call cunts later in her life, later, when she'd learned to gather enough pride, had sent her across the garden, to go get matches from the shed so they could light torches.
"The devil is going to come in here." announced Sophie after Savannah had locked the door behind herself and she instantly knew this was the truth. She was just a child, but she knew, and she was absolutely horrified.
Gina lit up the torch. The oranje light made the room seem even creepier through Savannah's eyes. Outside, big threatening steps made the whistling of the wind dangerously increase.
Little Savannah heard herself breathe as she watched Gina and Janet stick the torch back into its place and felt what would mean certain death come closer with every bit of air she exhaled. "We could hide ourselves. Hope he doesn't find us and leaves again." Janet suggested.
So the four little girls hid. Sophie and Gina curled up in the closet, tiny Janet crawled under the sofa and Savannah stood behind the curtain, stiff like a statue, afraid to even blink.
But when she heard him fiddle with the door knob, she started thinking about it. She was a 7 jaar old, stripped down to her innerest, most basic, naked, desperate will to survive.
She started to think. If he found her, she'd have no chance. She'd be dead, gruesomely smothered, only seconden later. No, no. She couldn't just sit this out, with eyes pressed closed, waiting to find out how smart the so-called devil was.
The demon, devil, whatever it was, kicked the door open and after swallowing hard, she made a decision. She pushed the filthy old curtain she'd been standing behind away, facing the horrible creature that stood in the whide open doorway, snarling at her. It was tall and muscly, complete with a pair of razor claws and and red, glowing eyes. It looked just like every child ever had imagined the monster underneath its bed when it couldn't sleep.
Only for the tiniest shard of second, she doubted herself. Maybe she should have just stayed hid. She would die now. Now. Right now.
No. She wouldn't. It was her choice, not anybody else's. She turned off her head and instead of thinking, she took action. She grabbed the torch from its holder, swung it at the loudly bristling monster. The flaming tip hit its jaw, she could feel how the thick skin hardly moved under her hit. Realising her desperate attempt had been absolutely useless, she slammed her improvised weapon against its chest repeatedly, tears rising in her eyes.
"Go away!" She yelled, her anger and stubborn want to get out of this situation, to win this fight sucking up all the horror that had risen up her tiny throat. Her hits grew harder and stronger and meer violent, and finally, after she'd started to feel like her lungs weren't going to welcome the air she was breathing much longer, the demon let out a growl so loud the floor was shaking, then turned around.
A new feeling crawling into her brain, a feeling she hadn't know before, a feeling called pride, little Savannah kept stabbing it into its back, leaving burning marks on the dark skin that looked like rusted metal, until it was out the door, out the garden. It had vanished into the darkness when the little girl sunk onto her knees, her chest going up and down rapidly. Her fingers were still locked around the wooden stick, the proud sparkle was still spinning in her hazel eyes. "He's not going to come back." She whispered, as her vrienden slowly came out of their hiding places.
A few days later, little Savannah's parents took her into the city. door then, she'd made a deal with herself, about not thinking of the evil thing she'd chased away, it'd only made her worry about if it would return, why it had come, all the onbeantwoord questions. Also, she was sure she wouldn't tell her mother and father, who'd been out that night that had changed the little girl's life forever.
Since little Savannah needed new shoes, light shoes, fit for the oncoming summer, they went into a huge store she'd never been in before. Eyes whide open, staring at everything above her, she stood on the escalator, holding her mommy's hand.
Why had the koop assistant seemed like he hated her for no reason at all as soon as he'd offered her and her parents help with finding some cute sandals? Her short, bare feet tangeling off the chair, she sat there and wondered why, until the moment when he returned with a new pair of shoes that according to him she'd like.
On the left side of his jaw, she saw it. The explanation at why the glow on his eyes turned so evil whenever she looked at him. It was barely visible if u didn't know, but if u did it was so obvious. A small row of light roze blisters, just underneath his ear.
She harshly sunk her teeth into the side of her tongue to supress the scream that had built up inside of her. As soon as he turned his back on her, she jumped from her zitplaats, stoel and speed-raced onto the escalator, through all the tall, tall adults that barely noticed her, outside and onto the sidewalk, where she sat down on the ground, leaned against a wall. Her breathing had changed in the same way as it had that night.
The world around her spun fast and all of a sudden she was somewhere else. No, she was still in the same place, in front of the same big shop, on the same road. But still, everything looked different. Older, meer worn out. The faces around her had changed too. They too looked meer worn out. She was still right in the same spot, but somewhere completely different.
Little Savannah saw a girl with braided hair and a jeans jas get off a bus, and a voice in her head shouted that this was the girl that could save everything.
She knew she had to get a hold of the strange beauty who a tall grown boy she should never be looking at the way she did stared at like he owned her. She didn't know how, but she knew she would one day.
What she didn't know was how the ugly boy in fron of her would ever be able to break that pretty heroine's heart.
The voice inside her head kept raging on that the child needed to get the girl, who now had loosened her dark hair to do something against the demonic koop assistant
But the seconde little Savannah was going to raise her voice, everything blurred back into reaity, into the real world, the world where her parents came out of the store, half worried, half angry. "Savannah! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Her mom yelled as soon as she'd found her daughter.
Instead of making up an answer her family would believe, the child just ran up to her father, hugging his legs, then started to sob.
She'd just met something out of her nightmares all overagain, even after she had kind of defeated it. Even though she was just 7 years old, she suspected that this was going to be the story of her life.
Everything, everything, everything catching up with her. No matter how fast she ran.
So, this is the first chapter of Dreamplanet, something I've wanted to write for a long time now, but only started on about two weeks ago. So far, I've got a plot for sixteen chapters, but the story I've planned is nowhere near finished door then..
One meer important thing about this is, that, well, every chapter is (more of less loosely) based on a dream I've had & that's why later on there may be a lot of scenes missing, since basically I just took what I could remember from the dreams & tried to string it together into a plot.
Anyway, I hope u guys like it/even have the nerve to read it & please forgive me if i made any spelling mistakes of stuff..
Oh! Also, if any of u dislike children as main characters (like my sister does, for example :P), don't worry, Savannah's going to be older in the volgende chapter.
Other than that, I should probably mention that there's a lot of swearing throughout & some violence/disturbing themes later on.
Dreamplanet
written door Francy
Chapter One: The Devil Himself
She was Savannah Blackthorn.
She was 7 years old. She was a petite little child, with big, silky, dark hair and sparkling hazel, almost yellow, so innocent-looking eyes.
Today, May 13th 2002, was the dag she'd discover her bravery, her inner flame, her passion and her destiny.
She walked through the thick darkness that swallowed everything, her hart-, hart racing at the thought of all the invisible dangers that might be waiting for the right moment to jump out and shred her to pieces in the shadows.
Her vrienden whom she'd call cunts later in her life, later, when she'd learned to gather enough pride, had sent her across the garden, to go get matches from the shed so they could light torches.
"The devil is going to come in here." announced Sophie after Savannah had locked the door behind herself and she instantly knew this was the truth. She was just a child, but she knew, and she was absolutely horrified.
Gina lit up the torch. The oranje light made the room seem even creepier through Savannah's eyes. Outside, big threatening steps made the whistling of the wind dangerously increase.
Little Savannah heard herself breathe as she watched Gina and Janet stick the torch back into its place and felt what would mean certain death come closer with every bit of air she exhaled. "We could hide ourselves. Hope he doesn't find us and leaves again." Janet suggested.
So the four little girls hid. Sophie and Gina curled up in the closet, tiny Janet crawled under the sofa and Savannah stood behind the curtain, stiff like a statue, afraid to even blink.
But when she heard him fiddle with the door knob, she started thinking about it. She was a 7 jaar old, stripped down to her innerest, most basic, naked, desperate will to survive.
She started to think. If he found her, she'd have no chance. She'd be dead, gruesomely smothered, only seconden later. No, no. She couldn't just sit this out, with eyes pressed closed, waiting to find out how smart the so-called devil was.
The demon, devil, whatever it was, kicked the door open and after swallowing hard, she made a decision. She pushed the filthy old curtain she'd been standing behind away, facing the horrible creature that stood in the whide open doorway, snarling at her. It was tall and muscly, complete with a pair of razor claws and and red, glowing eyes. It looked just like every child ever had imagined the monster underneath its bed when it couldn't sleep.
Only for the tiniest shard of second, she doubted herself. Maybe she should have just stayed hid. She would die now. Now. Right now.
No. She wouldn't. It was her choice, not anybody else's. She turned off her head and instead of thinking, she took action. She grabbed the torch from its holder, swung it at the loudly bristling monster. The flaming tip hit its jaw, she could feel how the thick skin hardly moved under her hit. Realising her desperate attempt had been absolutely useless, she slammed her improvised weapon against its chest repeatedly, tears rising in her eyes.
"Go away!" She yelled, her anger and stubborn want to get out of this situation, to win this fight sucking up all the horror that had risen up her tiny throat. Her hits grew harder and stronger and meer violent, and finally, after she'd started to feel like her lungs weren't going to welcome the air she was breathing much longer, the demon let out a growl so loud the floor was shaking, then turned around.
A new feeling crawling into her brain, a feeling she hadn't know before, a feeling called pride, little Savannah kept stabbing it into its back, leaving burning marks on the dark skin that looked like rusted metal, until it was out the door, out the garden. It had vanished into the darkness when the little girl sunk onto her knees, her chest going up and down rapidly. Her fingers were still locked around the wooden stick, the proud sparkle was still spinning in her hazel eyes. "He's not going to come back." She whispered, as her vrienden slowly came out of their hiding places.
A few days later, little Savannah's parents took her into the city. door then, she'd made a deal with herself, about not thinking of the evil thing she'd chased away, it'd only made her worry about if it would return, why it had come, all the onbeantwoord questions. Also, she was sure she wouldn't tell her mother and father, who'd been out that night that had changed the little girl's life forever.
Since little Savannah needed new shoes, light shoes, fit for the oncoming summer, they went into a huge store she'd never been in before. Eyes whide open, staring at everything above her, she stood on the escalator, holding her mommy's hand.
Why had the koop assistant seemed like he hated her for no reason at all as soon as he'd offered her and her parents help with finding some cute sandals? Her short, bare feet tangeling off the chair, she sat there and wondered why, until the moment when he returned with a new pair of shoes that according to him she'd like.
On the left side of his jaw, she saw it. The explanation at why the glow on his eyes turned so evil whenever she looked at him. It was barely visible if u didn't know, but if u did it was so obvious. A small row of light roze blisters, just underneath his ear.
She harshly sunk her teeth into the side of her tongue to supress the scream that had built up inside of her. As soon as he turned his back on her, she jumped from her zitplaats, stoel and speed-raced onto the escalator, through all the tall, tall adults that barely noticed her, outside and onto the sidewalk, where she sat down on the ground, leaned against a wall. Her breathing had changed in the same way as it had that night.
The world around her spun fast and all of a sudden she was somewhere else. No, she was still in the same place, in front of the same big shop, on the same road. But still, everything looked different. Older, meer worn out. The faces around her had changed too. They too looked meer worn out. She was still right in the same spot, but somewhere completely different.
Little Savannah saw a girl with braided hair and a jeans jas get off a bus, and a voice in her head shouted that this was the girl that could save everything.
She knew she had to get a hold of the strange beauty who a tall grown boy she should never be looking at the way she did stared at like he owned her. She didn't know how, but she knew she would one day.
What she didn't know was how the ugly boy in fron of her would ever be able to break that pretty heroine's heart.
The voice inside her head kept raging on that the child needed to get the girl, who now had loosened her dark hair to do something against the demonic koop assistant
But the seconde little Savannah was going to raise her voice, everything blurred back into reaity, into the real world, the world where her parents came out of the store, half worried, half angry. "Savannah! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Her mom yelled as soon as she'd found her daughter.
Instead of making up an answer her family would believe, the child just ran up to her father, hugging his legs, then started to sob.
She'd just met something out of her nightmares all overagain, even after she had kind of defeated it. Even though she was just 7 years old, she suspected that this was going to be the story of her life.
Everything, everything, everything catching up with her. No matter how fast she ran.