CastawayJ
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I'm trying to write one
every time I update I will color the next section
typing it up is taking forever, but I've already written a lot
It began with a death. It would end with a death. I do not begin to understand the world I call dreamscape, but I am glad I saw it and remembered. I know more about our world than perhaps our most brilliant scientists, our greatest leaders, our bravest soldiers or our very own 7-eleven dumpster diving hobo, Steve, will ever know.
At the age of sixteen, I was not too concerned with my uncle’s death. He made less sense than Steve did. Victor always knew exactly what anyone wanted, whether it was a Christmas gift, or a project done at work: he always pleased everyone. He took a while to do it, but now owns four of the world’s leading companies. I realize now how he misused the dreamscape, how I misused it.
After the funeral when the will was read, I found in my possession his ugly crystal earring. I only liked the thing because when dim sunlight hit it; more colors than any rainbow I have ever seen would come bursting out. With this entire mystique surrounding my mind, it melted. There was no more earring, just the crystal. My mom says I collapsed and dropped it, but I had entered my dream-sleep.
This is a place for your mind to sleep, no interaction between dreams occurs. One moment, I was at a wake. The next, the middle of a forest. The crystal was nor on a ring. I pt it on, hoping to return, like in the Narnia books, but instead it transformed into a dagger on my finger. This made me faint; I fell into whatever dream you have inside a dreams dream. In other words, I woke up.
I had been out for only a minute, but it felt like my sister Emma had been Crushing the air out of my lungs. She doesn’t bite or claw you. Just sits until you give in. It also sucks being a year younger. She doesn’t treat me like a sibling, perhaps if we had been twins. At least she gets me in with the right crowd at school. I may not have her talent, but it’s still fun.
We get home and Emma pulls out a thick wad of hundreds out of her purse. She got part of his “fortune” but we all know he owns the world. “I know your sad but that show was unnecessary. Here’s a twenty, now get over it.”
I don’t yet have my license but I took my dad’s, my, car. If we lived in a city they would probably know I was too young and check. But out here in the burbs I don’t think I will. There may be less of a crowd, but cars don’t get taken off the street. I had to go visit Thompson. I grabbed my new “prize” and ran off. It was now a silver ring, with a line of emerald and two lines of sapphire down the center. Thompson has always had my back when things got tough, and I wish to return the favor someday.
Somehow Thompson knew I was coming. She even held out her arms and cried with me. After a long moment, she stuck out her palm and I handed over the ring.
“What’s this? You haven’t told Emma I steal your pity money?”
“Oh that,” was my reply as I pulled out half the cash, not everything goes to her. “But this was what my uncle left me.”
“And a car, I assume your dad got the Ferrari?”
“You forgot about the jet skies”
“Did I ever mention how I love you not having cousins?”
section 1 is done, I have finished writing chapter 1 but I need to compleatly type it
every time I update I will color the next section
typing it up is taking forever, but I've already written a lot
It began with a death. It would end with a death. I do not begin to understand the world I call dreamscape, but I am glad I saw it and remembered. I know more about our world than perhaps our most brilliant scientists, our greatest leaders, our bravest soldiers or our very own 7-eleven dumpster diving hobo, Steve, will ever know.
At the age of sixteen, I was not too concerned with my uncle’s death. He made less sense than Steve did. Victor always knew exactly what anyone wanted, whether it was a Christmas gift, or a project done at work: he always pleased everyone. He took a while to do it, but now owns four of the world’s leading companies. I realize now how he misused the dreamscape, how I misused it.
After the funeral when the will was read, I found in my possession his ugly crystal earring. I only liked the thing because when dim sunlight hit it; more colors than any rainbow I have ever seen would come bursting out. With this entire mystique surrounding my mind, it melted. There was no more earring, just the crystal. My mom says I collapsed and dropped it, but I had entered my dream-sleep.
This is a place for your mind to sleep, no interaction between dreams occurs. One moment, I was at a wake. The next, the middle of a forest. The crystal was nor on a ring. I pt it on, hoping to return, like in the Narnia books, but instead it transformed into a dagger on my finger. This made me faint; I fell into whatever dream you have inside a dreams dream. In other words, I woke up.
I had been out for only a minute, but it felt like my sister Emma had been Crushing the air out of my lungs. She doesn’t bite or claw you. Just sits until you give in. It also sucks being a year younger. She doesn’t treat me like a sibling, perhaps if we had been twins. At least she gets me in with the right crowd at school. I may not have her talent, but it’s still fun.
We get home and Emma pulls out a thick wad of hundreds out of her purse. She got part of his “fortune” but we all know he owns the world. “I know your sad but that show was unnecessary. Here’s a twenty, now get over it.”
I don’t yet have my license but I took my dad’s, my, car. If we lived in a city they would probably know I was too young and check. But out here in the burbs I don’t think I will. There may be less of a crowd, but cars don’t get taken off the street. I had to go visit Thompson. I grabbed my new “prize” and ran off. It was now a silver ring, with a line of emerald and two lines of sapphire down the center. Thompson has always had my back when things got tough, and I wish to return the favor someday.
Somehow Thompson knew I was coming. She even held out her arms and cried with me. After a long moment, she stuck out her palm and I handed over the ring.
“What’s this? You haven’t told Emma I steal your pity money?”
“Oh that,” was my reply as I pulled out half the cash, not everything goes to her. “But this was what my uncle left me.”
“And a car, I assume your dad got the Ferrari?”
“You forgot about the jet skies”
“Did I ever mention how I love you not having cousins?”
section 1 is done, I have finished writing chapter 1 but I need to compleatly type it
