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DW: The Lost Child – Chapter 3

19 Apr

That night, Bryan was sent to bed with only one solid information in his head; he was going to be sent to the factories when morning came. But the horrible thought did spare him some sleep, even though his dreams started off with him being whipped by a huge ugly man who kept ordering him to move faster.

When Bryan finally managed to escape that wretched dream into a small quiet town, all he wanted was to find a place to rest, and what better place than by a fountain with angelic figures, pouring out sparkling water into a small pond.

Bryan sat on the green grass and watched as the angelic figures came to life and danced to the rustling leaves and the chirping birds. He was pretty sure it was all a dream, until he saw a man in a yellow raincoat hurrying pass him, and what fell out of his pocket was a peculiar pocket watch.

As Bryan picked it up, ready to return it to its owner, the man in the yellow raincoat had already disappeared. Shrugging at the inability to do a good deed, Bryan returned to his spot and examined the odd symbols on the gold surfaces of the watch.

There were three knobs by the side and an extra hand on the face of the watch. Bryan could also see the watch’s mechanism, with gears rotating at twice the speed, in the midst of what looked like silver liquid. Shaking the watch just to hear a slush, the absence of it did not surprise Bryan more than when he had turned a knob, and the watch stopped working, along with the clock tower far in sight.

As the two hands on the face of the clock on the tower read five twenty seven, everything stopped moving for a brief second. The still silence that only lasted for a while gave Bryan a sinking feeling that he had just messed with something he wasn’t supposed to. But before he could undo it, someone called his name, and as he shoved the watch into the pocket of his pants, he felt himself being yanked into the real world once again, where James was shouting at him to get ready.

 Anna was sitting just outside a small café, by the pebbled walkway. She wasn’t sure what she was doing there, but it felt like the right place to be at the moment.

And then a stranger walked up to her, in a black suit and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Can I join you?” he asked.

“Sure, I’m Anna,” Anna introduced herself.

“I’m Matthew,” he said as he sat right opposite her.

“What are you doing here?” Anna asked curiously.

“I’m meeting someone, I think. She said she would be here at five thirty,” Matthew said as he turned to look at the clock tower, whose hands had stopped moving.

“The clock stopped working a few minutes ago. I guess that’s why she isn’t showing up?” Anna said.

“Ah, well, I guess so. For you then,” Matthew said, as he casually handed the flowers to Anna.

“Why, thank you.” Anna closed her eyes as she smelled the flowers. It was such a beautiful scent that the moment she opened her eyes, morning had already came.

Smiling to herself, she secretly wished Matthew was real, because he was surely a keeper. But the day had to go on, and Anna made haste as she left for work an hour later.

Anna worked as a secretary to the mayor’s office in her small town. And on that very day, while she was walking on her way to work, she spotted a man, who was rather familiar.

“Matthew?” Anna called out uncertainly.

The man turned and smiled at her as he asked, “Anna?”

The moment thereafter became rather awkward as neither of them were really sure on how they knew each other.

“Do I know you? It feels like I do.” Matthew chuckled as he walked up to her.

“I don’t know. In a dream maybe,” Anna said, being immediately reminded of the café and the flowers he had given her.

“At the café?” Matthew asked skeptically.

“Did we have the same dream?” the two of them asked at the same time.

“Must be fate then,” Matthew quickly continued.

And though it was strange to them that they met in a dream, but at that moment, they were more preoccupied at staring at each other.

 “The boy has the watch,” Aaron said, as he caught up with his leader, who was walking around the angelic fountain.

“He woke up by himself,” Aaron continued, as though the more information he had, the less trouble he would be in for dropping his pocket watch.

Finally, his leader, who was a man in his 50’s, stopped and turned to look at him, expressionlessly.

“Do you know what happens when the clock stops moving Aaron?”

“Yes sir, people will remember,” Aaron quickly answered.

“People will remember what happens after five twenty seven, and if ever these lives cross paths in the real world, our world would be in jeopardy. IF that ever happens, Aaron, I will personally hold YOU responsible.”

To be continued…

(Leave comments below on what you think about the series so far. I would to hear what you have to say! And if you are interested in journeying on, visit here to learn how you can subscribe to the rest of the series!

Also, I am giving free access to Dream World to 10 subscribers! All you have to do is visit my fan page and write on my wall the weirdest dream you have ever had! I would only accept stories of your weirdest dreams until the 3rd of May, 2012. So what are you waiting for?!)

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Posted by on April 19, 2012 in Original Works

 

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6 responses to “DW: The Lost Child – Chapter 3

  1. Randy Dandy

    April 20, 2012 at 5:54 am

    Awesome story so far! I really love it! I may even pay!

     
    • Jeyna Grace

      April 20, 2012 at 12:27 pm

      Thank you! 😀

       
      • Randy Dandy

        April 21, 2012 at 5:03 am

        Of course!

         
  2. tomte

    April 23, 2012 at 6:06 am

    Can we write our weird dreams here? Or does it have to be on your wall? (I don’t have a facebook) It’s okay if you can’t but I’m just checking. However, I do have some um, really weird dreams.

     
    • Jeyna Grace

      April 23, 2012 at 10:53 am

      You can write it here. Just you.
      It’s better on my facebook wall cause people can like your post.

       
      • tomte

        April 24, 2012 at 7:21 pm

        Very true. (Thanks for the exception :))
        So………I think one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had is when I dreamed that I was at my church, getting married. When I walked down the stairs for some odd reason, people were gathered at the foot of the stairs and they clapped for me. Then I went to a really small room and talked to a guy in an orange shirt. Then we were up and doing our vows, and stuff. Then the pastor took a shiny little knife and (me and my faceless husband are holding hands at this point) began cutting designs on our hands! But oddly enough where he cut, it didn’t bleed, it just made pretty silver designs on our hands like tatoos. At this point, my alarm clock rang,(in real life). The oddest part? I had no idea who I was marrying!! 🙂

         

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