Lonnie Compo
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What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. You can't move forward without discomfort. I feel it myself but have been told that I should write. People have complemented my style so, here I am what do you think? Truthful option's please.
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Real Dreams
This day was like any other over the years before, except for the feeling of discontent. Molly wanted to go to the new world. She wanted to snatch up all it had to offer and more. They called her "New Money". She never liked that term. The term that told a story of her past, the one that meant so much to her before her mother had sold her to the man, she now calls her husband. Not that he was a bad man.... she just didn't love him. She longed for the country again, the feeling of the cold ground beneath her feet. The grass between her toes and the hair from the willow tree falling lightly in front of her face as she walked underneath it. That was the feeling of home. Her hope was that by traveling like so many others to this new world, she might find that feeling again. Lost in the memory of what was she didn't hear her husband call her name, "Molly, molly sweetheart come along! We are going to miss our ride.", James called from the carriage. Molly turned her head to face this monster of a ship. She was ready for a change, but she felt apprehensive at the same time. Everything in her body was screaming at her not to board the ship. She did not understand. She wanted this, so why was every fiber of her being telling her not to? They called the ship "unsinkable" that had to stand for something. Right? So, Molly sluffed off the feeling and headed with James by her side to the boarding dock. Once on-board Molly and James were directed to their room, and promptly introduced to the crew, walking around on a tour of the behemoth of a ship they now stood on. The ship that would leave a scar in our history, never to be erased. Molly walked around taking in the biggest ship known to the world. The Titanic. The ship that was called "unsinkable" just 4 days before tragedy. These days were spent in peace and happiness, with dreams of the future. Elegant dinners and high society. Beautiful surroundings and fake people. Molly didn't care though; she was just as content not speaking to them. She only did it for James. Who she believed really did love her and in time she could learn to love him too. When Molly and James went to bed that night they never could have imagined what lay ahead. Molly didn't understand why but for some reason that feeling came back to her, the fear and anxiety of the ship itself. Why? She followed her normal nightly routine of getting ready by brushing her hair and getting her nightgown. She lay down next to James and he put his arm around her in a spoon. She felt his warmth and let it comfort her. Sinking into him. She closed her eyes and let go of the day that had played out in front of her. As she drifted off to visit the sandman, she thought she heard screams? Was that correct...."No she must be hearing things." she thought. At that she was gone, lost in the world of dreams. Then violent vibrating, frantic knocking at the door, she was hearing screaming now. Fear....just fear. There was something in the corner of her room. She stared. Trying so hard to focus on what it was that she was seeing. It looked like a human but not. Black in color, taller than any man she had ever seen before but a man shape none the less. It almost seemed to stare back at her. She took a step closer, never removing her eyes from this figure. (She had seen them before. They usually hid around a corner peeking at her from the shadows. She chose to ignore them and continue her day. James never knew.) It stood firm. "What do you want?", She thought loudly at this thing. Words filled her brain; she had an answer. "It must be done." Molly blinked. She thought again, "What must be done?" Nothing....no answer Again, "What must be done? Answer me! She demanded in thought, "What is happening?" Molly was not sure how to take this answer. She had never "spoken" to them before, if that's what you wanted to call it. Another violent shake and she was being told to go upstairs. She couldn't do it though, nobody else saw this thing but her. How could that be? As Molly turned, she could see her James lying in bed as if nothing had happened. As if there had been no violent shaking in her room, no screaming from nearby and no pounding on the door. Then it went quiet, time seemed to slow, and she could hear nothing as she moved her eyesight back to the figure from her husband's still form. She heard that same voice in her head as before, " I do not control what happens Molly. I cannot create nor prevent this event from unfolding, fate is what is at work here and in this you shall be remembered, you will never die. We are all here Molly." But Molly had not considered being a legend, in fact she didn't want that. She just wanted to make it to the new world. She wanted to fulfill her heart's desire. Home. Before she even understood what was happening, she was standing on the main deck. Everyone was scrambling to get to a lifeboat, to get off the ship. As Molly looked around, she could see so many of these dark shadow people. Most of them standing by a single person. They did not move from the person they had choose. Staying close by with a hand on a shoulder or around a waist. Molly did not understand, she was so confused about all this. Molly felt hands on her back pushing her towards one of the lifeboats, to join the other women and children onboard. She continued to look around as she walked with one of the crew members to the safety of the lifeboat. She had never seen so many of these beings before. She could not even count them. Molly tried to stop but the hand on her back would not allow her to do so. She approached the edge of the vessel and was told to step up into her salvation. She would not die tonight. As she sat down tears filled her eyes, where was James? She had not thought about him since she had appeared on deck. Thats when she realized how much she really did love her husband. He had become her best friend. Despite all the chaos, her world went quiet again and she felt heavy drops exit her eyes and run down her cheeks, flowing freely down her face as she remembered the feelings 4 days before. Molly could not breathe; her chest was tight, and she could not relax enough to think straight. So, she closed her eyes to center herself and that's when she swore, she could her James. Her husband's amazing voice talking to her. She felt a hand on her face and lightly she heard her name again in Jamese's voice. Molly opened her eyes and was face to face with her husband. There was no lifeboat. She no longer sat in the middle of the ocean. Molly now found herself in the carriage next to James. He looked so different to her now. Now that she knew her life would be forever changed. Molly leaned into her husband and kissed him softly. Stepping out of the carriage, she faced her fate. Even though she knew it would end in tragedy Molly was prepared. She took a deep breath and proceeded on with James by her side. Olivia lifted her head and took a breath. She knew reading Candice's diary was wrong, but she had to know what was bothering her daughter so much. Now that she knew the truth of what Candice had been going though, she had to help her baby. Candice, her beloved daughter was once the "unsinkable" Molly brown. Olivia knew this in her heart. Both of their lives would change, but first acceptance.
By Lonnie Compo4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmares from our past
Waking Nightmares She woke up in a cold sweat, the wind was blowing outside. She can hear the rain pounding down on the roof above her. Could this be happening again? Could she really be having more nightmares? Why won't this dream go away? Why can't it just stop? When will these nightmares finally sece? CRACK! A branch hits the side of the house, Kiara jumps. She gets out of bed and walks over to the window to look out at the storm predicted by the weatherman last night. She can see the weeping willow tree outside whipping back and forth in the wind. It’s much worse than I assumed it would be, she thought to herself. Just then lightning flashes and then the thunder. She looked over at her bed to find Teddy who was shivering under the blankets. Teddy hated loud noises. Sometimes she ended up in the closet, but not always. Kiara looked over at her alarm clock….. 3 a.m., She was tired, but lately it seem like she just could not get any rest. She tried and she tried but she only lay there for hours in the dark, not getting a bit of sleep. Even when she fell asleep she woke up more un-rested than when she had laid down. There was something about the dream though, the fact that it became more and more prevalent in her life. She was tired of the dream, so tired she didn’t even want to think about it anymore. She turned over on her side, tucked an arm under her pillow, pulled her little dog (Teddy Bear was her chi/pom, a very cuddly girl who loved to bark out the car window at any large and loud vehicle as they drove.) close and yanked the blankets up to their chins. Teddy always loved to cuddle as much as she did. When her eyes finally opened it was 6:30 a.m., again she was not rested. And again she woke up wondering when she would be able to lay down for a nap. For a moment she thought to herself, “This can’t be normal. Most people don’t have this much trouble getting up in the morning.” She’s had many nightmares over the years, Sometimes the same but sometimes different, all with the same main idea. Everything about her life was out of her control! But instead of once every couple months having a dream, now it's every week. It seemed that all she could remember was the horrible nightmares that woke her up feeling lost, alone, out of control and scared, or she wouldn’t remember her dreams at all. These dreams that had been flooding into her waking life recently. More than she was willing to admit. Kiara reluctantly pulled back her covers, took a deep breath, and slowly started to get out of bed. As her feet touch the floor She shivered from the cold. Knowing that she could easily just fade away. Would anybody miss her? Would anyone wonder what had become of the short girl down the way? Did she still live there, or Would she be back? Kiara was a short girl, long blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes that could cut you like a knife. She only stood about 4’11, though her size didn’t matter much to her. She doesn’t much care for her skin tone which was almost albino white. She kept her nailed painted, and wore make-up feeling that she needed some color in her life. She wanted desperately to feel as pretty as everyone told her she was. But no matter how hard she tried...she just couldn’t see it. Just a sad and pathetic girl living like a robot in her daily life. Wake up, go to work, come home, take the dog out, eat dinner and fear the coming blanket of darkness that would soon turn into that very real and vivid nightmare. One she would not soon forget. She saw someone who isn’t worthy of even her miniscule life, A life that was a daily reminder of the nightmares. The lack of control that surrounded her. Rubbing the bugers out of her eyes and yawning big, Kiara stretches as she stands. Slowly making her way to the bathroom for a shower. As she walks her mind starts to wonder. What does it mean? She thinks back to her nightmare from the night before, why a ship? Where was I going? How long had I been on that thing? All she really does know is as the dream starts Kiara finds herself on a big ship...an old ship. One like the USS Constitution of the late 1700’s. Big sales, finely built. She is a young child, maybe 9 or 10. She is crying, tears streaming down her dirty face. She wants to go home, she is so scared. She is standing on the side of the ship with one hand on the railing, staring out at a country so unfamiliar to her. Eyes that curve upwards. Who are these people? What do they want? Why can’t I go home? Someone starts to walk towards her, she darts behind what seems to her to be a gigantic barrel. “What's going to happen now?” she thinks to herself. Is he coming? Was he coming for me? She doesn't know what to do so, she stays where she is sobbing and shaking like a leaf. Finally she hears it, his footsteps approaching. She tried to quiet herself and stay as small as possible, but he sees her. He grabs her by the back of her shirt and yanked her up to her feet dragging her with him as he turns and walks back the way he came. She starts flailing wildly “No Stop!” she screams though gasping breaths. “Let me go! What do you want? She is begging now! “Come with me!” He demands. She can see that they are heading for stairs...downstairs. Fearful of what might happen she fights harder, clawing at the hand holding her. By now he has drug her halfway down the stairs. Kiara reaches behind her head and digs her nails into the back of his hand. With a curse and a thump she is released and hits the ground, tumbling down the remaining steps. “What is wrong with you girl? You almost knocked my feet out from under me!” The man growls. “Don’t hurt me.” Kiara pleads,”I just wanted you to let me go.” The man smiles,”Hurt you, Now why would I be doing that?” He has a big belly that sticks out like he’s got a baby in there. She wonders why he thinks this is funny. “If you're not going to hurt me, then why am I here?” Kiara stammers as a bad realization hits her! BAD THINGS!!!! HE WANTS BAD THINGS!!!! Her heart starts to race as he stares at her with curiosity. “Now don’t go acting like you forgot the sale.” The man says sternly. “I bought you fair and square girl. You're mine!” “Bought...Bought….Bought me….” Kiara can barely breath. “Bought me.” She is stunned. Since when do people get bought and sold? Where am I? Standing in shock, Kiara is going over the conversation in her head. Again and again she stops at the way he says,”I bought you, you're mine.” Suddenly she is knocked off balance by that man shoving her side...pushing her towards the kitchen. “You get to start by making me dinner.” He snaps. “Now get to it!” Kiara sighs loudly, with sadness in her heart and defiance in her head, she turns and as slowly as she possibly could walks towards the kitchen. All the while contemplating her first escape attempt. Will he kill me? Does it matter? Then BOOM she’s awake again. “God!!!!” She accidently shouts. She stops. She has no clue what these dreams could mean. If only she can figure it out.
By Lonnie Compo4 years ago in Fiction
