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This is a writing contest open to the subscribers of my blog.

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Title: Finding The Dreamer

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Original Works

DW: The Lost Child – Chapter 3

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…

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Original Works

DW: The Lost Child – Chapter 2

As he stared into his own eyes the next morning, he found the resemblance scary. He did have her eyes, her nose, and her ears; unknowingly, he was touching his face as he examined himself.

“Happy birthday Bryan,” James wished as he walked pass him in the wash room.

“Thanks,” Bryan replied, as he pulled on the navy green, sleeveless sweater, he was forced to wear ever since he was born.

“To think they would at least give us a new sweater on our birthdays,” James said as he pulled his sweater on. “I hate this color,” James added as he re-tied his shoe laces.

Bryan shrugged as he combed his hair and walked back into the dormitory. Passing by the long rows of beds, some of his dorm-mates gave him birthday wishes while others merely patted him on the shoulder.

At the strike of 7, each of them stood in front of their neatly made bed, in their navy green sweaters, over a white plain shirt, with ironed slacks that would reach their perfectly tied shoelaces of their black shoes.

The dormitory door would then burst open as a tall, thin man, walked down the room, inspecting each orphan along the way.

“Very good. Now off to breakfast!” the man shouted. And the boys formed two lines as they marched down to the dining hall to join the rest of the orphans, older and younger, for their tasteless meal.

The orphanage acted more like a military school, with rules and regulations not to be broken. If one ever breaks a rule, one would be sent off to work in a factory, with no pay, till one turns 18 and is legally on one’s own.

“I hate this place,” James muttered as he chomped down the oat-ty meal. And though Bryan agreed, he did not say anything in response as he was more occupied at finding out if his dream was true.

All he could remember were her blue eyes. He could not remember her name, even though he could have sworn he remembers it in his dreams. But his determination led him to walking into Mrs. Wellton’s office after breakfast.

“What is it that you wanted to see me for, boy?” Mrs. Wellton asked as she stared at him from across her desk.

“I was wondering, if I could…” Bryan paused, contemplating on his request.

“If you could what? Speak up boy! Nobody would want a child who cannot speak!”

Bryan gulped as he continued, “I was wondering if I could see my records. I want to know who my mother is.”

Instead of responding with a ‘no’, Mrs. Wellton burst into false laughter.

“Could I then?” Bryan boldly asked again.

“Why would you want to see your records?” Mrs. Wellton snorted through her question, as though she found what he said extremely amusing.

“I want to find my mother,” Bryan answered.

“You want to find your mother? I don’t think you would want to do that boy, she gave you away remember?” Mrs. Wellton’s question sounded more taunting this time.

“I think she told me she wanted to find me,” Bryan quickly replied.

“Oh, she told you did she? Where? In your dreams?”

“Yes ma’am,” Bryan answered honestly.

“Are you fooling around with me now?” Mrs. Wellton’s change in tone told Bryan he had just stepped out of line.

“No ma’am. If I could just know her name-“

“There is no need for you to know her name, now run along before I send you to the factories! They need new boys and I don’t mind sparing them some,” Mrs. Wellton threatened, and Bryan did not stay any longer to see if she meant it.

But he did not want to give up, he needed to find his mother, and she said she wanted to find him too. So he plotted a possibly disastrous plan in which he executed the same night.

When all the lights were out, Bryan sneaked out of his dormitory, and crept down the wooden hallways. Thankfully, they were made to replace the old floorboards every now and then, and it didn’t creaked as he hurried down a flight of stairs and into the unlocked office of Mrs. Wellton, the owner and matron of Wellton’s Home for Boys.

Carefully pulling open the wooden drawers of a cabinet, Bryan searched for his file, and when he found it, he quickly flipped it open, and squinted at its information under the pale moonlight by the office window.

Under the parent’s information, no father’s name was given, but written in black ink was his mother’s name, Anna Wakefield.

“Anna, isn’t that her name?” Bryan asked himself, but no memories would return to him right then.

And just when he thought a light bulb had been flicked above his head, the lights of the office flicked on instead. And there by the doorway was Mrs. Wellton, not looking a ton too well as she glared at him angrily.

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Book Teasers

The First Dream

Tad was special. His mother was told that she could not bear any child, and when the doctors told her she was pregnant, his parents immediately knew he was a miracle. The day he was born, the stars sparkled in the clear dark sky and a bird sang a beautiful song as it perched by the window, watching the baby boy breathe his first breath.

Tad had dark hair and big brown eyes that would light up every time someone made a funny face, forcing him into the most adorable giggles a baby could give. He was the talk of the town for a while as his presence gave dark times a glint of hope.

As Tad grew older, his father pampered him more than his brothers. He was given better clothes and was spared from the farm work. But on the down side, Tad was forced to study, day in and day out. As though education was only made for him and not his brothers.

At the age of 7, something rather peculiar happened. One night, while Tad was asleep in the room he shared with his brothers, he heard someone calling to him. Even under the loud thundering rain, the voice was so distinct as though it was in his head. And when he finally could not ignore it any longer, Tad got up and squinted his eyes in the dark, hoping to find the source. The same deep voice then told him to look out the window and Tad obediently did as he was told.

When he pressed his palms on the cold window pane, he saw a baby bird in a nest, on a tree near the window. Its parents were not around and it was struggling to stay in its wobbling nest as the wind blew. Tad tried to pry the window open, to safe the baby bird from impending danger, but his small hands could barely lift the weight of the tightly bolted panels.

And then the worst imagination Tad could have at that moment, happened. The nest fell and Tad gasps. But to his surprise, the baby bird took off into the sky, flapping its small wings as it battled the strong winds. Every time the bird seemed to be loosing its fight with the wind and the rain, it would force itself to try harder. And every time it tried, it succeeded. Tad watched for a while before he felt a heaviness in his eyelids and as everything plummeted into darkness, Tad could not even remember walking back to his mat on the floor.

The next morning, Tad hurried out to see the nest, hoping to be able to place it back to where it was, but there was none.

“Where’s the nest?” Tad asked himself as he looked around the tree.

“What nest?” Roth, his oldest brother, asked.

“There was a nest. I saw a nest last night and the wind blew it off the tree.”

“Well, if the wind blew it off, I guess you won’t find it anymore,” Roth said as he walked off to his morning chores.

“But…”

“I kicked the nest, destroyed it, so the birds won’t have a home anymore.” Simon, his third oldest brother, smirked with his arms folded by the door.

“Why would you?! The baby bird won’t find its home anymore!”

“Aw. I imagine the baby bird to be you, lost and alone, with no home, and no mommy and daddy to cry to,” Simon said and laughed.

“You’re mean!’

“And just like the bird, nobody wants you.” Simon shoved Tad against the tree before he left.

What Simon said made Tad scramble around, looking harder for the nest, but when he found none, he retreated to a corner in his room and sobbed. He didn’t know how long he was there until his mother came looking for him. When she heard his soft sobs, she hurried to his side and gave him a hug.

“Mommy, the baby bird is all alone,” Tad said softly as his wet brown eyes stared out the window.

“Baby, there was never a nest in that tree,” his mother whispered in his ear. His brothers must have told her the story.

“But I saw it last night!”

“It was a dream.”

“No, it was real!”

“It was a dream Tad. If there was a nest, I would know. Trust me o.k?”

 “But mommy, the baby bird fell and -“

“Don’t worry about the baby bird, it will be strong, even on its own. It will learn to fly and reach for the stars. Just like you!” his mother said as she tapped his nose.

“Like me?”

“If ever you think you are alone, and if the world throws you out of your nest, just trust yourself and fly.”

Tad nodded and gave his mother a tight hug. If only he knew his mother’s words would carry so much weight in the future, he would have memorized it day and night.

Tad never knew his first dream would come to pass, in fact, he had forgotten about it over the years. But as he fell in and out of consciousness in the sweat smelling van, after the cold-hearted betrayal of his brothers, he vaguely recalled what his mother said, and it was the strength he held on to for as long as he could.

“If the world throws you out of your nest, just trust yourself and fly.”

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Book Teasers

The Dreamer

Another day indoors. Tad sighed as he stared blankly at the book in front of him.

He wanted very much to be out in the field playing ball with his brothers instead of reading a 500-page manual on ‘How to un-root an Energy Canister’, as though removing an energy canister was the job only for a highly professional engineer, if that was the case, the world would have plenty of them.

Tad shut the book forcefully and peered out the window. He could see his brothers being interrupted by his father in the middle of their game. He knew automatically that they were being ordered to get back to work. He couldn’t help but smirk. Maybe reading wasn’t so bad after all, compared to feeding the chickens and milking the cows on his father’s farm.

And yet Tad wondered why he was the only one that needed to do all these reading and counting. He once asked his father but instead of a reply, five more books were placed in his arms. When he asked his mother, she said he was special and that both she and his father loved him very much. Tad concluded that he was their favorite, which proved true when he was the only one given second helpings during dinner that night.

Tad wasn’t all that hungry but he ate anyway. He caught his brothers eyeing him with a hint of jealousy, but that didn’t bother him. He had gotten that look way too often to bother responding.

When dinner was over, his mother asked his brothers to clean up while his father took him to the room he and his ten brothers slept at night.

“I saw you watching your brothers today Tad,” his father said, shutting the door behind him.

Tad didn’t know what to say. There was no point denying since it was true.

“I know you want to go outside and play, but for right now, it is better if you stayed indoors and study. I do not want you to work on the farm with me when you get older. Your brothers are already doing so. The future you have is not here. Do you understand?”

Tad sighed and nodded. He had heard his father mention his future a million times, and yet he never said where it would be if not the farm. Some future, he thought to himself.

“Good. Now that our little talk is over, why don’t you get ready for bed? And reduce the energy release on the canister will you? We’re running short. You DO know how to do it, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’ve read how,” Tad drawled. His father responded with a smile and patted him on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Tad headed to the far corner of the room where a metal cabinet was. He pressed some buttons and the cabinet doors slid open. In the cabinet was a cylindrical canister with blue electric veins pulsing in it. It was the same energy canister he was studying earlier that day.

The energy canister was hooked up to multiple wires which supplied energy to the entire house. All the houses used a canister as their source of energy, and one canister lasted for a month for most homes. When all the energy is used up, the canister must be replaced with a new one if they wanted to survive.

Tad slowly turned a knob at the top of the cylinder, being careful not to touch any of the wires. Immediately he saw the reduction of energy flow in the wires. And that was when the lights in his room started to dim. Tad nodded to himself and shut the cabinet with a press of another button.

Tad stared at the cabinet for a while and wondered who his father would send to the city this time to exchange the canister. He secretly wished his father would pick him as he had never seen the city before. He heard his brothers mentioning of high rise structures and super highways with cars powered by blue energy. Unfortunately for him, the only car he had ever seen was the old junk that ran on fuel.

Tad sighed and headed to his mat on the floor. They couldn’t afford beds and this was the best they could. Moments later, he heard his brothers entering the room, but he just ignored them and fell straight to sleep.

He was awakened shortly after by a tremor. He sat up trying to get his bearings but no hint of light was to his aid. The ground beneath him was vibrating violently and it felt like it was about to give in. Tad stood up and waved his hands blindly around him in search of a wall, but there seemed to be none.

Tad started to panic but before he could react, he saw his chest glowing. And then, as if crawling out of the shadows, were his brothers. Their bodies were hunched, in a prostrate manner, surrounding him. Tad swallowed hard and he didn’t realize he was holding his breath as he watched them bow to him expressionlessly.

Briefly taking his eyes off his brothers, he began to notice the glow in his chest becoming brighter. Both terrified and amazed, Tad closed his eyes expecting the worst when a sharp pain pierced his stomach.

Tad opened his eyes immediately and found himself back in his bedroom. His third oldest brother stood hovering over him.

“Get up,” Simon said monotonically.

“You didn’t have to kick me.” Tad glared at Simon and sat up.

“I was trying to make sure you weren’t dead.” Simon smirked as he folded his arms.

“Right. Well, I’m not.” Tad climbed to his feet. He wasn’t as tall as Simon but he was almost his height. Tad secretly wished he was taller, that way he wouldn’t have to look up at him all the time.

“I had a dream about you. You were bowing to me, and so were the others,” Tad continued.

“Wow! Isn’t that something! Let’s tell Roth and the others,” Simon said sarcastically as he grabbed Tad by the arm and dragged him downstairs where his other brothers were already having breakfast on a wooden table in the tiny dining room.

“Let go!” Tad squirmed out of Simons grip and managed to free himself.

“What’s the problem?” Roth asked uninterestedly.

“Tad had a dream about us,” Simon announced.

“Must be some dream eh, Tad?” Luther jeered. Luther wasn’t the oldest, but he came in second after Roth and he was famous for his fist of anger.

“He dreamt we were bowing down to him.” Simon turned to eye Tad.

“And I was glowing!” Tad blurted out. He immediately felt stupid as laughter erupted at the table.

A wave of embarrassment washed over him. He was being ridiculed by his own brothers but his pride made him continue with details of his dream.

“You were all bowing to me! Every single one of you!” Tad said loudly, even though his voice wasn’t as firm as he wanted it to be.

“So you’re saying you’re going to be king?” Luther stood up and shoved Tad against the wall. “You’re going to rule over us? Us, who are older than you?”

Tad tried to stand his ground but fear crept up his spine. He could never stand up against all of them and he silently prayed for a miraculous intervention. Just when he was about to receive a broken nose from one of his brothers, his father came through the door.

“What the devil is going on here?”  His father began pulling his brothers away from him.

“Go get yourselves to work!” his father ordered his brothers out the door as Tad breathed a sigh of relief.

“What was going on, my boy?” His father turned to him.

“Nothing.  Just a misunderstanding,” Tad muttered.

“Well, if that’s the case, let’s just leave it as that shall we?” his father said and suspired.

Tad nodded and followed his father out into the front yard. He saw his brothers watching him as they carried hay into the nearest barn. He somehow knew he wasn’t at all safe from a broken nose yet.

Trying to keep his mind off them, he turned his attention to his mother who was carrying a package in her hands.

“Have you forgotten what day today is?” she said as she gave him a tight hug.

“Tuesday?” Tad was slightly confused.

“You poor boy, how could you have forgotten your own birthday!” She pinched his cheeks and handed him the package. Tad never liked the pinching but he gave his mother the benefit, after all, she loved him the most.

“See what all the studying could do to him?” his mother said sternly, speaking directly to his father as Tad chuckled. Mother knows best, Tad silently thought to himself.

Tad waited for his mother to nod at him before he started unwrapping the package. It only took him a second to realize what he was holding in his hands. It was a silver vest, and running along the sides were small tubes, with blue energy flowing through it. His parents must have ordered it from the city, and with no doubt, he knew it was an expensive order. Tad took a minute or so staring at it before he quickly put it on and asked excitedly, “How do I look?”

“Handsome. I think your father wouldn’t mind letting you have the day off from those books,” his mother said as she eyed his father with her beautiful brown eyes, and his father nodded in agreement.

“Yes!” Tad exclaimed as he gave his parents a peck on their cheeks. Tad was ecstatic. He had the day off from books and it felt like heaven.

Turning seventeen wasn’t all that bad after all, especially when he had the day all to himself and a new silver vest. He couldn’t wait to show it off to his brothers, and the best way he thought he should do so was to walk pass the barn they were in as slowly as possible, making sure the sun’s reflection catches their attention, and when they looked, he wouldn’t say anything, since a picture speaks a thousand words anyway. And so he did what he had planned to do, and after he caught all their jealous faces, he decided to spend the rest of the day, by himself, at a nearby creek, in which he had fallen in love with the first time he found it when he was twelve.

Soon day was slowly giving way to night and Tad decided to head home. On his way home, he saw a familiar sheep running across a small hill. He assumed his brothers were grazing the flocks in nearby field and decided to spy on them, since he didn’t have much to do anyway.

Tad quickly but quietly followed after that lone sheep as it made its way to the field, but to his surprise no one was around. The sheep however, continued trotting into the forest by the field and Tad decided to follow. He had caught his brothers with their alcohol before and maybe he would catch them again, at least that would save him from an impending broken nose.

The sky was turning dark, but Tad took no notice. He followed the sheep as quietly as possible as it led him to a clearing. There he spotted his brothers, and with one wrong footing, they spotted him too.

“Look, it’s the dreamer!” Luther exclaimed sarcastically and his brothers laughed.

“He’s come to tell on us again.” Tad heard one of them say as they started to form a circle around him. He tried to find a gap between them in hopes of making a quick dash out of their circle, but he found no escape.

“I have an idea. Let’s kill him and throw him into that cistern. Then we’ll just tell father a lion ate him up,” Simon said and to Tad’s surprise, the rest agreed.

Did they hate him that much? Tad could hear his heart pumping and a quick silent prayer he made. A broken nose was way better than death.

“You can’t kill me, I’m your brother,” Tad quickly said, hoping it would save his life.

He heard his brothers laughing at his statement and Tad couldn’t believe they found it funny.

“I agree with Simon. Let’s just kill him and then he’ll be out of our hair forever,” Luther said as he walked up behind Tad and placed his strong hands on his shoulders.

Tad tried to free himself but Luther’s grip was too tight. Tad looked to Roth, his oldest brother, hoping he would save him as he mouthed ‘Please’ to him.

“No. Let’s just throw him in that cistern and leave him be. We shall not kill our own brother,” Roth said sternly.

“Half brother,” Simon muttered in disappointment.

Tad sighed a small relief. Maybe one of them will come back for him later, or so he hoped. His brothers tussled him around as they took off his vest and shoved him towards the cistern. It did not take another touch as Tad fell right down into it.

It wasn’t very deep as he didn’t break any bones on the landing, but it was dark and cold. Tad sat and hugged himself, trying to stay warm. His thoughts were racing and so were his emotions. What were his brothers planning to do? Leave him? He felt a concoction of emotions and the coldness around him became more bearable than the coldness and hatred his brothers had showed him.

He began to feel tired and weak and he was nearly falling asleep when he heard voices. It was his brothers talking. He heard them mentioning of traders and money when a rope came falling down the cistern.

“Climb up!” He heard one of his brothers shouting to him.

Relieved that they weren’t really going to leave him there, he quickly made his way up. As he nearly reached the top, strong arms pulled him out of the cistern, but they didn’t let him go. It took him a while before he realized that those strong arms belonged to two men he had never seen before.

“He’s rather scrawny don’t you think?” one of them said to the other.

A third unknown man came up to him and eyed him from head to toe. He dressed sloppily in a suit, and he wore a crooked smile that showed his golden tooth. He had gold rings around his fingers and he had tattoos all over his hands. Tad personally found him scarier than the men that were holding on to him.

“We’ll take him for twenty silver coins,” the third man said.

“Sold,” Luther announced as though the bidding was over, taking the bag of coins the man had handed to him.

Tad was confused more than ever. Did his brothers just sell him off to these city traders? He didn’t have to question himself any longer as he was sure he knew what had just happened

“No! You can’t sell me! I have rights!” Tad shouted at his brothers.

“Well, we’re town people, we don’t have rights brother, especially you!” Simon chuckled.

“You still can’t sell me! That’s against the law! Please!” Tad tried to free himself from the men’s grip.

“No such law young lad,” the third man said as he started walking out of the clearing. The two men holding him were following after and dragging Tad along the way.

Tad could feel tears swelling up in his eyes as he shouted to his brothers, “Please! I’m your brother. Please don’t do this!”

But his brothers did not respond to his pleas and Tad knew, from that moment, that he was on his own.

“No!” Tad screamed and kicked. He tried to wiggle himself free and he seemed to be doing it right as the two men were losing their grip on him.

“Knock him out,” he heard a voice gave an order and then he heard a loud thud. Tad was knocked out in a millisecond.

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