I love writing stories XD here is my latest one. C:
Midnight Encounter wrote:
I looked at the time. 11:57 pm. I sighed, turning over in my bed and burying my head in the pillow. The stifling heat choked me. I was exhausted, yet still I could not sleep.
I had always been a terrible sleeper. It could be 2:00 am before I finally shut my eyes. My mother told me it was because I was "too uptight", but I honestly don't think so.
However, my sleeping problems emerged once again with the onset of the hottest summer in forty years. A heatwave was hanging over the country. And leaving me with little or no sleep.
I rolled over in my bed once again. I yawned, closing my eyes. When I opened them, I found myself in a land I had never seen before. The sky was so dark, it could well have been colourless. The was no speck of light in the sky that signified the presence of a single star. The ground was grey and dusty, and I could see small pools of purple ice, yet the air seemed comfortably warm.
"Well, look who we have here," said a deep voice from behind me. I jumped, turning around. There, standing before me was a large grey black wolf, with cold, ice-blue eyes, and dark navy-grey markings on his muzzle, paws and tail. He stood there, smiling in a sinister way at me.
"What is it?" spoke another voice, as a grey cat stepped out from the shadows. She had a striding gait, and her deep purple eyes bore shadows of what could only be called kindness, but had seen pain and suffering for too long to ever believe in hope again. When she saw my worried face, she added, "Don't fret; we won't hurt you."
"For now," sneered another voice. A massive black wolf-like creature with long teeth like knives and eyes that no colour could properly describe. He scared me,a nd the other two saw this. The cat glanced sympathetically towards me. "So, it's a human. What are we going to do with it?" growled the black wolf.
"We are not going to hurt it, whatever happens," snapped the cat, her tail swishing.
"And what makes you think you have a say on what we do, Mikhita?" remarked the black wolf slyly.
"Because nobody said I could not say what we should do, Lyekgas," retorted Mikhita. I felt apprehensive, and scared for Mikhita, as Lyekgas was easily four times bigger than her. His growl, deep and quiet, was threatening and aggressive.
"Lyekgas, calm down. I agree with Mikhita; we should sat what it has to say before we attack," said the grey wolf.
"Very well, Kaiwycho. I respect your opinion, but not the one of that furball over there," he replied, the last line in an insulting voice, directed at Mikhita. She flinched and bowed her head.
"What are you doing here?" asked Lyekgas, his attention now turned to me. I could not bear to look in the depth-less, clear pools that were his eyes. Instead I focused on the many grey scars that stretched across his muzzle and cheeks. Part of his ear was ripped. "Well?" he asked again. I abruptly snapped out of my trance.
I paused before I spoke. "I'm not sure," I admitted, "I couldn't go to sleep, I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them again, I found myself here. Then Kaiwycho found me."
"I didn't find you," interjected Kaiwycho, "I was waiting for you. This place has been a connection between the dimension within which your kind live, and the dimension in which our kind live. We have been waiting, waiting for millenia, for a creature on the other side to escape into our dimension. And now that this has happened, we are satisfied."
I gazed at in shock. If I really was in another dimension, how could I get back?
"Oh, do not worry, you will get back to your own dimension," smiled Lyekgas. As he saw shock creep across my face, he grinned like a maniac. "Do you really think your thoughts are shielded from me? I can see your deepest desires, every thought you think but never say, words you have spoken in the past, who you are. For example, your name is Mikayla Jones and you are fourteen years of age. Your fifteenth birthday is next month, the eighth of July."
I could barely believe it; here, standing before me, was a wolf; a mind-reading wolf, nonetheless, one who could see this thoughts like they were written across my forehead.
"It was nice meeting you, Mikayla Jones. Now we must depart and you must return to your own dimension," Lyekgas said, before fading into a thick black mist, then finally disappearing into the unknown.
How is it?
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