The Nightmare Catcher ch 4Carrie was sitting on a comfortable bed, waiting while Geneva was in the cabin's small kitchen, preparing something in a bowl. Carrie subconsciously put a hand on her bandaged leg, trying to soothe the pain that was trickling throughout her wound while she laid one of the cabin's beds. The injury was external, no bones or strings were broken, which according to Geneva was all thanks to her red and black tights. They'd prevented the Piranha-Sharks from eating her whole. They didn't like the red color.
Ugh! She hated having to depend on other people. It made her feel so helpless. Carrie sincerely hoped she would not be a cripple forever and that she could use her left hand when it was healed. Like her leg, her hand was bandaged, but more lightly since it was only a small wound on her palm.
Clutching the blanket Geneva had given her to warm herself; she got slowly and unsteadily to her feet and took a tour around the room. The design was more or less different from ordinary sailing boats.
The Nightmare Catcher ch 3Sitting tied up in a car which was sinking to the bottom of a new ocean, wasn't quite how Carrie had planned to spend her day off. The air pressure, which awoke her from her blackness, now forced her to see dark-blue shadows instead. Freezing water was all around her and she didn't know first which way was up or down.
Why wasn't she dead?
The answer to that was the red ford's quality. Despise its rustic appearance, it was solid and the windows were thick and intact so it had saved her from getting crushed. But a small string of water was starting to come in from the few openings in the doorframes and was beginning make a small pool around her legs. Carrie checked first if her legs and arms were intact, she had a headache but it was nothing serious.
Alright, her body was all ok but the situation was terrible. She was locked inside a Ford, with a tremendous load of garbage floating outside; street signs, bicycles, chairs, tables, sinks and fencing, everything. To her surprise, fishes! Fi
Creature and the Maiden ch 20Creature and the Maiden: Chapter 20.
The frail morning light shone inside the dark cave, sending in weak streams that promised that the strange night had passed and all things that happened between this odd couple, who were lying on a bunch of dirt leaves and blankets, bodies wrapped together, were gone. The sadness, the horror and the shock they have showed to each other has passed. Maybe, just maybe, it would be a beautiful day.
John woke to the sun on his face and the very strange feeling of something warm and soft lying beside him. He sat up and realized he did not know how Laura had gotten into his bed. Then, he remembered drifting off against Laura only a few hours ago, after his big revelation and explanation about his background to her. Truth is, he was still in shock and awe. Everything had happened so fast that he hadn't had a chance to process it all. To think, this woman not only loved him, but also understood him. She had almost accepted all that he was, mental and physica
The Nightmare Catcher ch 2 part 2Carrie sighed and stood in the threshold outside Dr Gordon's door. She watched the lives of so many people pass by her. She was in the middle of nowhere, she was almost 18 years old and she was supposed to living the best part of her life.
"After all these years and they still haven't found him..." She muttered. She thought long and hard about him, memories of earlier years came flooding into her mind. "You fucking bastard, just wait when I get a hold of you."
Taking a seat in Chickentown's small park, she quickly skimmed through the notes Rebecca had received from the social workers, doctors and her former school guidance counselor, Mrs. Miller " We are referring Caroline T Reilly, for her outburst of negative behavior, bad temper, and we also believe that Caroline may be suffering from a eating disorder "
She found a small letter from Dr Hellsinki, or Dr Hell, her former psychiatrist back in St Johanna.
"This girl has been bouncing from department to department for years; a