Dreams and Reality.
Ok, this story basically had the same plot as Love, Life, Dream. I stopped writing for LLD because, well...I didn't really like the main character, it had no real story line, and nothing made sense. I didn't feel a connection to the character, and she felt so frigging flat and I saw her as nothing more as a knot of coloured yarn that had one beginning and several frayed ends. I'm sorry to all those people who liked and followed it.
Well, I expect the first chapter to be out before August (it'll give me time to write some more chapters without feeling rushed), and I wish I could say it will be updated regularly, but I'm getting busier and I have so many books I want to read. So, a little preview.
No
No!
NO!
The wide expanse of forest stretched out before her, birds could be seen flying overhead, a couple of deer grazing just at the edge of a clearing. There was nothing unusual about this, except that there was no sound. She could see the birds opening their mouths, their tiny, feathery throats moving wildly with a silent cry while the wind passed by, leaves shaking with the silence of an old film.
Confused and scared, she rubbed her ears. She couldn't be deaf. No. She held back a whimper, or at least she tried, she had no voice, or she couldn't hear it.
Then in an instant the peaceful scenery before her shattered like glass and was instantly replaced with ruins before a setting sun. Squinting her eyes she could barely make out two figures. One only inches taller than the other, she was sure it would have been taller if the figure straightened up a bit. The shorter figure slowly backed away as the taller one advanced. When the shorter one finally hit the wall behind it, the taller one raised its arm slowly. All thought died there.
"Save them...please"
She turned around to look over her shoulder trying to find the owner of the voice, but nothing. She only continued to watch the scene that seemed to surround her. The taller one slowly sank to his knees. It wasn't the overly dramatic falls Hollywood film-makers used when showing the death of a hero or important person. Nor was it the kind of fall someone would instantly scream over. It was the kind of fall that happened when the unlikely saviour sacrificed themselves for the good of others. The kind that froze everyone's hearts and make them start silently weeping.
Crash