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A nightmare from my book “The Whispering Path”

Lucy ran into the meadow of roses, the same meadow that had attacked her and Lyric in a previous dream. She sat on a bench in the meadow and cried while yellow, white and red flowers wilted and changed into blue and purple flowers.
Lyric walked by her and sat down crossing his legs at the ankle.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I don’t know it’s your dream.” He shrugged.
“I need to be over… you,” She stood up and he mimicked her.
“It’s only been 8 months; I’m not that easy to get over. I’m still trying to get over myself.” He made a joke, which she knew wasn’t like him. He laughed; she was just annoyed.
“Stop it!” She screamed.
“You never cared about all of the things I did for you or the fact that I was trying to make you happy.” Lucy barked.
“It wasn’t your job. We were just hanging out,” Her disenchanted look stopped him.
“But it was more to you, wasn’t it?” He found energy to ask. She looked away; she took a deep breath and ran out of the meadow and away from Lyric. She ran into the woods where there were four female ghosts: three from the legend of the screaming words, and her stepsister. Several females in black cloaks walked out of the shadows chanting, but Lucy couldn’t tell they words; it was as if they were speaking in another language. There was flash and a fire appeared in the middle as Jack was across from where Lucy stood. There was about two dozen of random people ambled in making Lucy feel enclosed, trapped. She wanted to run, but she felt stuck as all she could was watch.
Kelly walked into the light from behind Jack in transparent, smoky robe. She danced with Jack as the chanting got louder. Then Lucy saw the shiny silver dagger in his hands as he stabbed Kelly in the heart. He pushed her into the fire as the flames sparked and burst into a huge black and blue flame. Lucy then noticed Sophy, Clifford, Kate, and Daisy all spiritually tied to tree in each direction. Daisy was north; Clifford was west; Sophy was south and Kate was east.
Lucy didn’t know how to rescue anyone; all she knew at the moment was she wanted to escape herself. She took all of her strength and focused on moving and before she knew it she was running. She got about twenty feet away from the group when she tripped on the uneven ground and fell. She felt something was on top of her as she could sense their shadow; she struggled and screamed.
Lyric grabbed her arms as she sat up.
“Are you okay?” Lyric asked; they were the only two in the back room.
“Where is everyone?” Lucy asked in shock.
“They’re busy,” She noticed that Lyric had a bump between his nose and cheek.
“However someone wants to see you!” Lyric stated as Jack strolled into the room.
“What? No! Go away!” Lucy panicked. Jack and Lyric laughed as their eyes turned red. They grabbed her while she screamed and threw punches; they laughed it off.
Lucy screamed; Valin shook her to wake her up.

A nightmare from my book “The Whispering Path”
Rebekah Wolveire © 2010-2012


“The brush is not just …

“The brush is not just an extension of your hand, but it is a guide of the creator inside. You just need to allow yourself to let go of everything.” Lyric whispered in Lucy’s ear.

“The Whispering Path” by Rebekah Wolveire.
Lyric was explaining painting to Lucy; it’s my current favorite quote.