Monday, March 26, 2012

Death #TWC1

I had a dream. A nightmare really. I did something terrible, awful. My crimes were unspeakable. Unfortunately, whatever heinous act I participated in, I couldn't remember.

I turned a corner, in a room full of corners. White walls were everywhere, taking shape in front of me before I reached my destination. I was close. Really, really close. But to what, I had no idea.

Nerves grated me, striking me with understanding of what a terrible person I was. How could I? Whatever I did, it was bad, and I knew it. Crying seemed like a good idea, but there were more turns, more hallways, more corners.

White, all this endless, useless white. I hated it. I hated me. What did I do?

"Krystal . . . ."

My name floated in the air, drifted around me, riddled my skin with goose bumps. Heat flooded my cheeks, and tears pooled in my eyes.

One last corner and I'd meet the end. My punishment. Whips and chains would not suffice for what I'd done. Nothing would.

I slowed my steps, suddenly afraid of what I'd meet. Whips? Chains? Fire?

Torture was certainly in my future. But I wanted to remember the crime. I wanted to know what I'd done.

Closing my eyes, I tried to force my memory to work. Think. Think. Think.

Nothing.

"Krystal . . . ."

No more time for remembrance. I stepped around that last corner, and Death stood before me. Black cloak and all. He held his staff, lifted his head, and we met eyes. Mine blurry with tears. His flashing a brilliant-white.

What did I do? Why was Death before me?

Wind swirled through the white room, and everything turned black.

He stared at me, unblinking. "I do not know how you did it, and I know you do not either. But thank you. You have freed me from this job of damnation."

A white, cloaked figure, with shockingly blank, black eyes replaced Death, then he dematerialized and floated toward the ceiling.

He was right; I didn't know how I did it, but somehow I freed the world of Death.

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8 comments:

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    1. Thank you. This was truly my dream, too. I had it the night before I wrote this article on the topic of Death. LOL.

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  2. I love creepy dreams like this!!!!

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    1. They definitely give us great writing material!

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  3. Barbara Dehaba3/26/2012

    Creeeepy!!

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  4. Wow. You're like a super powered author now. Saving the world with your mind. :) What a cool dream. Possibly the beginning of a new story waiting in the wings?

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  5. Death seems to be a theme on the blogs I'm catching up with today! A distant concept on this sunny, spring day! I like the passage in the Tao Te Ching that goes something like, "The man who knows how to live can walk abroad without fear...because death can find no place to enter."

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