Title: Nightmare 1
Author: Mac
Spoilers: none
Rating: ::scratches head:: PG, just to be on the safe side
Summary: I don't think so, but this was inspired by Sunday night's episode of Touched By An Angel. (The one where Bud tells Tess why the painting of the child is so important to him)
Disclaimers: I don't own them and never will, so don't sue.
Thanks to Nicole for the encouragement. You're the best!
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The jungle night was still as always. There's a gathering of children around the campfire. I relaxed momentarily, enjoying the sight of joy, of laughter. Then all hell broke lose.
The first sign of the trouble came in the form of an explosion followed by screams. The children's screams are what remain etched in my mind. I don't remember what happened next. I just reacted. When the smoke finally clears, I see the aftermath.
Bodies were everywhere, man and child alike. The group of children is no more. Their mangled bodies surround the campfire. My mind screams in agony. Why? Why did they have to attack us? WHY!?
I wake up, my sheets soaked with sweat. It was only a dream I tell myself as my heart eat slows down. It was only a nightmare. The same nightmare I've had for the last thirty years and I still don't have an answer.
The End
Author: Mac
Spoilers: none
Rating: ::scratches head:: PG, just to be on the safe side
Summary: I don't think so, but this was inspired by Sunday night's episode of Touched By An Angel. (The one where Bud tells Tess why the painting of the child is so important to him)
Disclaimers: I don't own them and never will, so don't sue.
Thanks to Nicole for the encouragement. You're the best!
*********
The jungle night was still as always. There's a gathering of children around the campfire. I relaxed momentarily, enjoying the sight of joy, of laughter. Then all hell broke lose.
The first sign of the trouble came in the form of an explosion followed by screams. The children's screams are what remain etched in my mind. I don't remember what happened next. I just reacted. When the smoke finally clears, I see the aftermath.
Bodies were everywhere, man and child alike. The group of children is no more. Their mangled bodies surround the campfire. My mind screams in agony. Why? Why did they have to attack us? WHY!?
I wake up, my sheets soaked with sweat. It was only a dream I tell myself as my heart eat slows down. It was only a nightmare. The same nightmare I've had for the last thirty years and I still don't have an answer.
The End