Dave stared at the man standing opposite him. He was tall and menacing, with wiry hair, and flashing eyes. An unspeakable fear coursed through Dave. He tried to speak, but all he could do was whisper. He trembled, his hands shaking fearfully. The man did not speak, did not move, only stared at him. As if he could see past his face, his body, and deep inside of him.
Dave started, then sat up in bed. He hated the nightmares he'd been having lately. He hated the way the man seemed to follow him, terrorizing not only his dreams, but his job, his bike rides, when he took Lorraine, his girlfriend, out for a movie. "I guess I should let go of these dreams," Dave said to himself. Then he laughed. "What am I, crazy? I'm talking to myself like a lunatic!" He rose from his bed to get ready for work. Later, when he was enjoying a break from fixing cars, Dave sat on a bench in the mechanic shop and sighed. He was exhaused from the morning's work. It was a clear spring day and the shop had been
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crowded. A clicking of the heels Lorraine always wore interrupted his thoughts. he looked up to see his beautiful girlfriend walking up to him. She smiled. "Got time for some chinese takeout before your break ends?" Dave grinned and stood up. "Sure thing, beautiful!" They embraced and then left the shop. As Dave and Lorraine sat in Lorraine's car, only Lorraine chowed down on chinese food. Dave gazed distractedly out the window. Nothing exciting out here, he thought. Some seagulls, a person or two, and the occasional highschooler, skipping class and heading for a deserted alleyway to smoke and chat with friends in. But what was that? Dave thought. A man, exactly like the one who haunted Dave's dreams, was standing alone at a curb, gazing at, gazing at... well, what was he gazing at? Was it the birds, the passerby, or even, (A chill went down his spine) him? Dave turned to Lorraine. "My break's almost over. Can we head back to the shop now?"
what do you think of it? I'm not an author
2007-08-19
16:46:33 ·
update #1
lol I only wrote this tiny part but if you want more write your email address and I can write more.
2007-08-19
17:09:37 ·
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Forgot to mention I'm 12 years old, do you think I have potential to be a writer when I grow up?
2007-08-19
17:34:18 ·
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