Authors note: here is my story, it is mainly scott and shelby. please
read and review k! thanx! hglvr.
An Explanation
It was happening again, the flowers, the black and white, the aisle,
she would get 3 feet from the altar and bam. Scott sat up sweating
and breathing heavily. He never saw the face, always 3 feet away and
than he woke up!
"Damn, why can't I see her!"
"See what honey?"
That was his girlfriend, she was great, her name was Shelby.
She was gorgeous too. They had been dating ever since he came to Horizon,
and they kept on dating right on after. Their relationship grew in time,
and now they had been together for 2 years, it was bliss.
"I had the dream again! I still can't see her face!"
Scott had been having a dream every once in a while, but now more than
ever it had been so bothersome.
"Was it the exact same dream?"shelby questioned.
"Yea, I was standing in my tux, and there was a bride walking
down the aisle, the white and green flowers, the bridesmaids, I never
saw her face!"
A strange overwhelming sense of familiar figure in his dream bride and
his mistress became over him as he got out of bed and embraced her,
the mistress that is.
"So many reasons and meanings could become of your dreams,
how do we find out the objective."
"I get a feeling of connection of this woman, a feeling of
connection."
Scott wondered the meaning of his dream all through the day at
work, in the shower, and even again that night. A strange compulsion
of being emotionally tied to the thoughts and becoming of the outward
bodily appearances was being hidden by the life behind the Vail.
Scott had a similar dream every night that week and was
starting to become very conscious of how he acted around Shelby. She
was tied into the whole bridal mess, he felt she connected, but what
they feared was not if they could find the reason of his dumbfounded
explanation of his repeated dreams, it was what was going to come next.
It had been a normal day, despite all of the dreams and
daydreams. He was in a daze all day, a daze of love, of thought,
and of concern. He loves his life, but he felt stranded on an emotional
plateau. While he was walking on the lake Michigan riverbank the
thought hit him, he was supposed to do something, something big
with his life, something enormous.
"I have to go and see Shelby!"
While running through the busy traffic of honking horns and speeding
cars, he thought to himself, but that wouldn't do any good, he would
soon forget everything.
While running through a four way stop, which was completely
vacated of any real moving vehicles, a Honda escort lost all control,
Scott lost all consciousness, and Shelby lost all hope.
"Yes I am here to see Scott Barringer," shelby pushed while
drumming her pink-painted finger nails on the glass desktop.
"Mam, he is in room 105, on the left just past the pop machine."
Shelby darted out of the way and on the way to room 105. She
was excited to what she would find, he would be alive, but scared of
what she will see. The look on her face when she reached the brass
door handle, the handle looked like a burning flame, in which would
only cool if turned and released from tragedy. She had to swallow her
egotistical pride and live off her shaken conusance in able to perform
the task, the hard task most selfless wanderers find a way around, but
for her, there was no rescuing path or back road, she had to face the
bitter trial.
Memories, faces, promises flashed before her red and swollen eyes. Just the thought of losing love, life, and him. Would we ever be the same emotionally? Our hopes and souls are broken and placed into critical condition, if only. There were a lot of if onlys and not many came true.
She opened the only obstacle in the way of her and fate, the only item
in which separated fantasy from the reality, the item in which behind
was the hard, cold truth.
read and review k! thanx! hglvr.
An Explanation
It was happening again, the flowers, the black and white, the aisle,
she would get 3 feet from the altar and bam. Scott sat up sweating
and breathing heavily. He never saw the face, always 3 feet away and
than he woke up!
"Damn, why can't I see her!"
"See what honey?"
That was his girlfriend, she was great, her name was Shelby.
She was gorgeous too. They had been dating ever since he came to Horizon,
and they kept on dating right on after. Their relationship grew in time,
and now they had been together for 2 years, it was bliss.
"I had the dream again! I still can't see her face!"
Scott had been having a dream every once in a while, but now more than
ever it had been so bothersome.
"Was it the exact same dream?"shelby questioned.
"Yea, I was standing in my tux, and there was a bride walking
down the aisle, the white and green flowers, the bridesmaids, I never
saw her face!"
A strange overwhelming sense of familiar figure in his dream bride and
his mistress became over him as he got out of bed and embraced her,
the mistress that is.
"So many reasons and meanings could become of your dreams,
how do we find out the objective."
"I get a feeling of connection of this woman, a feeling of
connection."
Scott wondered the meaning of his dream all through the day at
work, in the shower, and even again that night. A strange compulsion
of being emotionally tied to the thoughts and becoming of the outward
bodily appearances was being hidden by the life behind the Vail.
Scott had a similar dream every night that week and was
starting to become very conscious of how he acted around Shelby. She
was tied into the whole bridal mess, he felt she connected, but what
they feared was not if they could find the reason of his dumbfounded
explanation of his repeated dreams, it was what was going to come next.
It had been a normal day, despite all of the dreams and
daydreams. He was in a daze all day, a daze of love, of thought,
and of concern. He loves his life, but he felt stranded on an emotional
plateau. While he was walking on the lake Michigan riverbank the
thought hit him, he was supposed to do something, something big
with his life, something enormous.
"I have to go and see Shelby!"
While running through the busy traffic of honking horns and speeding
cars, he thought to himself, but that wouldn't do any good, he would
soon forget everything.
While running through a four way stop, which was completely
vacated of any real moving vehicles, a Honda escort lost all control,
Scott lost all consciousness, and Shelby lost all hope.
"Yes I am here to see Scott Barringer," shelby pushed while
drumming her pink-painted finger nails on the glass desktop.
"Mam, he is in room 105, on the left just past the pop machine."
Shelby darted out of the way and on the way to room 105. She
was excited to what she would find, he would be alive, but scared of
what she will see. The look on her face when she reached the brass
door handle, the handle looked like a burning flame, in which would
only cool if turned and released from tragedy. She had to swallow her
egotistical pride and live off her shaken conusance in able to perform
the task, the hard task most selfless wanderers find a way around, but
for her, there was no rescuing path or back road, she had to face the
bitter trial.
Memories, faces, promises flashed before her red and swollen eyes. Just the thought of losing love, life, and him. Would we ever be the same emotionally? Our hopes and souls are broken and placed into critical condition, if only. There were a lot of if onlys and not many came true.
She opened the only obstacle in the way of her and fate, the only item
in which separated fantasy from the reality, the item in which behind
was the hard, cold truth.