Briza

Nightmare in Paradise

Jane heard some sort of ruffling in the grass, the sound rumbled the ground. Suddenly, she saw the creature that was making the movements and sounds and vibrations. It was huge and charging in her direction. It looked scary. A flashback of The Wizard of Oz suddenly started playing in her head, at a slow pace, as she quickly turned her body and began running away. I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

She dreaded the fact she was not wearing shoes. She knew she was going to step on something weird, or strange, which would cause her to trip and--No, Jane, don't think like that.

She heard the creature roar, or growl--or make some sound. Regardless, it sounded angry, mad. What had she done? God, if this bear turns out to be the police. .. Her legs moved quickly, the adrenalin pumping through her veins was causing her to sprint like the wind.

She had just taken three days sitting in the wind, and now--she was the wind. Fleetwood Mac started playing in her mind, Rihannon. Somehow, all of this theater comforted her. Will you ever win? / Will you ever win? God, she hoped this bear wouldn't catch her. All your life you've never seen / a woman taken by the wind.

Her socks were soaking up some moistened dirt and grass as she sprinted. She was sure a hole would be rubbed in her socks, probably by the heel and maybe her toes. Stop thinking about your socks, Jane! Just run! The growling seemed to intensify. Jane wished she could be Rihannon and let the sky just take her. . away from this bear, away from this hallucination. She almost stopped running to contemplate if the creature was even real, but something was different about this trip as opposed to any trip on which she had ever let consume her. She refused to stop running. God, I hope I am not doing anything illegal, right now. She was afraid her hallucinating body was doing something illegal but disguising it as an attack of a ferocious animal.

Chills were running up-and-down her spine. These chills started feeling like comforts, a self-induced ecstatic back massage that kept her running, light on her toes. Dreams unwind / Loves a state of mind. F'ck Fleetwood Mac, I need to find safety! Whatever that even meant, Jane was not sure, but she had some hope that safety had to be possible. The lyrical movement inside her frightened mind was starting to get old, the more and more realistic this chase became.

The Uprising

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The Demon Within

"You're shitting me," normally he did not curse. This was horrible. He was going to have to live like this until... He thought of his suicide attempt... until he died a natural death. Could they even die?

"I'm sorry. Please, excuse my temper," he disliked curse words. They were simply unbecoming. He could not imagine his sister being cursed at, and therefore, cursing seemed a bit too haunting for his tongue. For what was he kidding himself? He was cursed--with the demon of Defeat.

"How do you... know all of this?" He paused, trying not to sound pushy. He was annoyed more than depressed, now. He took a step back, realizing his anxiety was seeping through his attitude towards Katherin. He was making some sort of scene, exaggerated inside of his head, of course.

Nightmare in Paradise

Jane could not longer hear the voices she thought she heard earlier. Maybe it was just the wind. Just the wind. Jane felt ever more lonely, and the thought of herself being alone in this strange forest with the more-than-alive trees and the wind... seemed too nightmarish.

But then again, she was already a loner in the real world. What stopped her from enjoying this place? At least, she had a better excuse to feel lonely. She caught herself smiling to herself, was she smiling? Oops.

She started walking westward, passing by trees. Are they actually watching me? She paused to look at the trees. She could have sworn she saw one move. Is this possible? She had to still be hallucinating. She was merely trapped in some fragment of her brain. Oh, pineal gland. What are you doing to me? What have I done to myself?

Getting out of the hallucination was just going to take a lot of patience.

She waved her hand in front of her face, and then pinched herself.

She was still in the same place. Just keep walking, and pray it does not rain... As Jane told herself this, she realized--she had not eaten for three days. Or, what seemed like three days, and she was hungry. The shock of being on this island made her forget about all her necessities. God, I'm f'cked up, right now.

She kept walking, holding her stomach, slowly beginning to realize how fatigued her body felt.

Nightmare in Paradise

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Werewolves Of Ravenswood

I have the patience to wait another day, but if everyone wants to start--let us start!

Nightmare in Paradise

Jane stood still, continuing to listen to the the forest. She heard nothing but the wind passing by the trees. This was the first time she truly became aware of her where she was. She was surrounded by trees of like appearance--and presence as the one she had been sitting and contemplating under for the past three days. She knew trees were living, breathing vessels, but the trees in this place seemed to have more movement--something from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. She looked up at the trees, the sun shimmered down between the patches of leaves that clung so delicately firm to the brown arms. It was a beautiful place. She remembered saying that to herself when she first arrived, but she had been so tired from the night before and failed to recognize the surreal beauty to its fullest.

Even now, however, she was having a hard time seeing the romantic beauty of the forest. She was still scared of being caught by her parents, even though, something inside of her told her that being caught by her parents and sent back to a correctional facility was better than anything waiting for her in this dare she say--dimension?

The Demon Within

"Are the voices only going to become stronger?" was James' next question. He feared defeat, and it was inside of him. Voices? What was he thinking? They weren't voices; they were demons. He shook his head, "God, they are." He answered his own question, guessing. He did not want the disappointment of being told by someone else. He hid his mouth in his scarf, again, wishing he could disappear into the walls and just be a picture hanging, lifelessly...

The Demon Within

James looked at Damian and then let his gaze stare back at Katherin. He recognized the voice in Katherin's head and the voice in Damian's head was much different than his. He was scared, his eyes admitted such in his persona. He cleared his throat, hesitant to ask, but curious--like a typical Biology major, wanting to dissect the situation into little pieces to examine.

"What ab-about me?" He did not mean to stammer. It seemed he was letting Damian take the role of Alpha-male and followed in his footsteps. He kept his face from shrinking down into his scarf, to show some stamina for the present situation. "Who is the demon possessing me? Do you know?"

James believed in demons. Who was he kidding? From time to time he found himself going to Church on Sundays. An exorcism. Why did he not think of this? He found thinking about it harder and harder the more he leaned on the thought of having a priest read a few patriarchal lines and suddenly him be healed started being devoured by a voice daunting the spiritual authority in James' conscience. Iesu Christe, Fili Dei, Domine, miserere mei peccatoris.

Nightmare in Paradise

As Jane went to explore the forest, cautiously, taking careful steps, afraid some trap might be set for wild animals or just for the fear of disturbing a wild animal. She heard voices. Her immediate reaction was to duck for cover. My parents are coming! She lowered her head and then remembered where she was--alone, in a strange, surreal forest. She coward to herself, hugging herself. She looked back at the tree in contemplation. Maybe she should stay put... But finding her parents would be a way out of this nightmare.

She took in a deep breath of courage and stood still, trying to hear from which direction that voice came. Do not be scared of what they look like, unless they look dangerous. She prepared herself, feeling her toes curl, getting ready to sprint in a different direction if need be. She hoped tremendously the voices were not of savage people that may just so happen to be cannibals or in need of some female sacrifice.