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A Bad Dream

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A bad dream, that’s what I tell myself. Nothing else can explain what is happening to me at this very moment in life. The world has become so unpredictable and my fate is left in the hands of the unknown. I don’t know what is going on, and I don’t know what to do.

It started one night, where a full moon sat on the blank canvas of a sky. There were no stars and no clouds, just blackness overhead. I can’t recall what actually happened or how I got there, but I remember feeling an intense amount of pain. A kind of pain that left my ears ringing and my head throbbing even after it ended, pain that made my eyes teary and my body weak and clumsy. It took a while, but by the time I got my bearings, I found myself in a forest.

I tried to pick myself up, but the world was still spinning around me. I had no balance and no matter how hard I tried, I could not pull myself together. So, I crawled. Nails digging into the wet soil, I dragged my feet one at a time. I was moving very slowly, until a strange smell wafted in a cold night breeze. It was an odd smell and the more I inhaled it, the more I felt like gagging. It was not foul, but it churned the insides of my stomach. Moments later, the trees around me began to fade and I lost a few hours of my life.

When I woke up, it took me a long time to make out my surroundings. The sun was shining on my face and I knew night had long gone, but something did not feel right. My body was aching from head to toe and there was a smell, a different smell from the night before, that lingered in the air. As I sat up on my bed trying to put two and two together, I screamed.

The curtains were drawn back in my room and there was no denying what I was seeing. Scrambling out from my bed and hurrying far from it, I stared in horror at the colour of my sheets. They were red. The sight of red made me choke up and when I covered my mouth with my hands, I saw more. My hands, my arms, my legs and my clothes were caked with blood, dark red blood. This time, there was nothing that could stop me from emptying my stomach with a retch. My world began to spin again, and then I collapsed.

Since that night, I have told myself that it was simply a bad dream. When I woke up after the whole nightmarish affair, I was shocked to find no blood and a clean bedroom. My mother said it was a bad dream and my father told me to forget it. But how could I? It felt so real… it smelt so real. Just thinking about it makes my stomach uneasy, so how can it be a figment of my imagination?

A few weeks after the horrible ‘dream’, my grandfather came over for a visit. My grandmother left us a few years ago and my grandfather found company in us. My parents and I love him, so we never complained when he made unexpected visits. It was a weekend when he arrived, and he stayed for a few nights. On the last night, I found him in my room just as I was about to hit the sack.

“Aren’t you going to bed, grandpa?” I asked.

“Soon. I just want to tell you something,” he said.

“What is it?”

“Find the moon.”

“Huh?”

“Find the moon. That was what your grandma always told me. She said if you find the moon, you will find yourself.”

“Okay, grandpa,” I said. What he said was irrelevant at that moment, but I thanked him for his little advice anyway.

A week after my grandfather left, it happened again. I woke up in the middle of the forest, weak and disoriented. I tried to stand up, but my legs could not hold me up for long. Soon, I was back on my knees, crawling. I crawled for a longer time this round, and when that same strange smell swirled around me, I held my breath and pushed forward. When I was finally too tired to continue, I dragged myself to the side of a river, hoping to quench my thirst.

Pushing my head towards the water, because my hands were too tired to feed me, I saw something I would never forget. It was unforgettable in a horrifying way as I violently pulled my head away from the water. When I finally gathered enough courage to look at it again, I held my breath to the point of suffocation. I would rather suffocate than acknowledge what I was seeing; a beast with yellow eyes, sharp teeth, and wild hair glaring back at me. My reflection was a monster.

In the state of confusion and horror, my mind raced with unanswerable questions. There was nothing to stop it, except for the words of my grandfather. When it hit me, it did not make any sense, but something within me acted on it. Find the moon, he said, and that was what I did. I searched for the reflection of the moon in the river, and when I found it, I dragged myself over and hover over it. As though those words were magic, the monster I saw in the water was gone in the reflection of the moon. What I saw… was simply me.

After that night, I woke up in my room again, and when I told my parents about it, they insisted it was a bad dream. Until they tell me what is going on, I’ll just pretend it is. I don’t know what is going on and I don’t know what to do, but if I ever see that monster again I will find the moon. The moon will show me who I really am.

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I wrote this on the same day I heard Owl City’s new single, Wolf Bite. I guess it is safe to say it inspired this story; a story about the changes and transitions in life.

From playing, to schooling, to working, to marriage, to starting a family, life is always changing and we are always transitioning. These changes and transitions can be dark and scary, and it’s normal to feel lost when we start a new journey in life, but it is in these moments that we find ourselves. The moon that turns us, is the same moon that shows us who we really are. We just have to find it. Day will come soon enough, but in the night, let’s find the moon and never forget our true reflection.

I hope you enjoyed this story! Do let me know what you think about it in the comments below 🙂

*Btw, if you’re an Owl City fan like me, do me a favour and tweet and FB this to Adam. It’ll be really cool if he reads it too, don’t you think?

© 2014 Jeyna Grace

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Fan Fiction (Shorts)

All The Better To Eat You With!

“Only a beast would act in such a disgusting way. Where’s your manners Greyback?!” he taunted the hairy looking man, who sat a table away from them, and had his face buried in a bowl as he ate his meal.

“Are you a dog? Do you like eating like that?” he continued.

“Stop it John! He’s a werewolf!” his wife said in a hush hush manner.

“It’s not a full moon honey, what can he do?” John asked casually as he ruffled his son’s hair.

Instantaneously, John got up from his seat and headed towards the hairy man. And to no surprise, a few men followed behind him.

“Your kind isn’t welcomed in this town. I suggest you pack your bags and leave once you’re done giving yourself a food facial.” John chuckled and the men behind him roared in false laughter.

It was then that Greyback stood up and shoved his table forward, sending the men stumbling backwards.

Greyback gave a low growl as he eyed one men to another, and when his eyes fell on the innocent young boy at the corner of a table, who was looking half terrified, a small smile crept across his greasy face.

It was a brief moment, but as the boy stared back into that man’s eyes, a shiver ran down his spine. The hairy man was eyeing him hungrily as though he was the main course, and the food he stuck his face into earlier was just the appetizer.

“What are you looking at?!” John shouted at Greyback when he noticed him staring at his son.

“Dinner,” his rough, deep voice, replied softly.

“You leave right now!” John bravely shoved Greyback, who was 2 times his size.

“Or what?” Greyback did not even flinch.

“We’ll have wolf meat for dinner!” a small, scrawny old man boldly answered, and as the crowd in the little tavern shouted in agreement, he didn’t look so small anymore.

As one by one the people stood up, Greyback chuckled to himself. And with a cynical grin, he left.

A few days after the werewolf left town, the young boy, who briefly made eye contact with the creature of the night, decided to believe his father’s promises that the hairy man would not return.

It was only then that he bravely ran out of his home to play with his friends in the forest nearby.

“Where have you been?” one of his friends asked.

“Yea! We’ve been wondering why you never showed yesterday, and the day before. We thought you were kidnapped!” another said, as he playfully jabbed him in the arm.

“I wasn’t kidnapped, I was just sick,” the boy lied.

“Ok! Now that you’re back, lets go!”

The three boys spent the entire day by a small river, getting themselves wet as they chased one another. Their playful shouts and laughter had sent all the birds away, including the sun later in the day.

“I have to go home now,” one of his friend said with a sigh.

“Go then,” the boy replied.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“No. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” he answered shortly as he waved his friends goodbye.

He realized how stupid he was for fearing the hairy man. He had missed all the fun he could have had with his friends and now he forced himself to make up for it as he sat by a rock, taking in the nocturnal view of the forest.

The moon was finally up and the birds were back. It was peaceful enough for him to fall asleep right there and then. But when something made a loud suspicious snap, it turned the peaceful forest into a dangerous one.

“Who’s there?” he asked, as his eyes darted around.

“It’s me,” a rough deep voice spoke, hidden behind a tree.

“Who are you?”

A big shadow came looming over him as a man came out into the light.

“Remember me?”

The boy gulped. It felt as though he was in his worst nightmare, but he knew very well that he wasn’t. He didn’t bother taking a second to think as he started running.

As he made his way under branches and over roots, he could hear the man’s evil laughter behind him. He knew that if he stopped running, the man would grab him and eat him, and so he forced his short legs to keep moving.

When he finally saw street lights, he unknowingly stopped to take a breather. And that was when he heard something howl. The boy stared into the darkness, trying to see where the sound came from, and before he knew it, a beast came charging at him. It’s big, claw like hands, grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him into the air.

He tried to shake himself free but the ugly, hairy beast was too strong, and before his screams could escape his lungs, the beast bit into his thigh.

Morning came with the shrieking cry of a young girl that led the entire town to where the body of the boy lay. But to everyone’s surprise, he was still alive, barely surviving in his own pool of blood. The werewolf only bit his thigh, but the amount of blood he lost gave him 3 weeks at St. Mungo’s.

And though his parent’s were relieved that he was no longer missing or dead, they had another issue to worry about. What will happen to their son when the next full moon arrives? How will they stop their little Remus from turning into the creature that bit him?

Questions kept ringing in their heads as they watched their precious son sleep. Their only regret was the  memory of stepping out of line with a werewolf.