A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
715
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
Disc: Nothing needed, except the fact that the title is taken from a song from Cinderella. No copyright violations now :) Hope you enjoy! Expext the unexpected.
PLEASE Comment! This idea is completely abstract, and I need to know if it is good enough to continue.
Prologue
Elona, as usual, couldn\'t sleep. It was past one in the morning, and her thoughts kept her tossing and turning restlessly, making sleep almost impossible. Elona, irritated to the point of tears, gave up on sleep for the time being. The nineteen year old grabbed her diary, and attempted to put her mind at rest by putting down her thoughts like she did almost every night. This time, strangely, it was not troubling thoughts that filled her mind, it was an odd, eerie place, and a man’s face, one that had haunted her dreams for years. The image was always hazy, as if it was behind some dense fog she only had to wade through to see. The face, nevertheless, had remained unchanged through the years. Deciding she needed to put those images together for once and for all, she closed her eyes, and the image, although it was unbidden, again filler her mind. Shaggy, almost black hair framed defined cheeks, a small nose, and intense eyes that glittered with the opalescence of emeralds. He was tall, but not too tall, thin, but had a subtle strength within him that she could not place. He was the man of her dreams, but a dream was just that- a dream. And dreams rarely came true.
The young woman laid her head back down, yet before she touched the pillow she heard something that resembled an explosion. Startled, she jumped to her window, only to see tongues of flame leaping out of the Ferguson\'s house across the street. Without thinking, she jumped out of her open window while still in her pajamas, and tore across to the burning house. She crashed her way into the house, and ran straight for the closest bedroom. She found the twins there, both only two years old, pent up in their crib. They were crying loudly in a panic, screaming, hoping someone would come. Elona grabbed the two, and ran towards their parent’s room. She opened the door only to find the entire room engulfed in flames. Nothing was left except embers, white hot flame, and charred wood. Half of the ceiling was collapsed onto the floor, and she saw two pairs of charred legs sticking out from the debris. She knew, in that moment, that the two did not survive the night. Stifling her grief, she took the twins outside, back through the window, and into her room.
Breath came hard, Elona found. She assumed it was from the physical exertion she had just undergone, and forgot about it. She eventually slowed the toddler’s cries, to finally hear her mother knock on her door. She told her mom to come in and help, and Elona quite clearly heard the ragged sob of relief that her mother let out. The woman bolted into the room, and hugged Elona tightly to her chest. \"We... we saw you run there, and in... we thought you were dead for sure...\" Her father then walked in, obviously trying to control his emotions. It was he that first noticed the twins. \"Elona…\" he said gently, not wanting to frighten his daughter, who he already considered a hero. She had saved the twins, after all. \"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, Elona?\" He watched as his daughter fell apart, no longer able to hold in her grief. In between sobs, she managed to gasp out, from lungs that seemed to be aflame: \"They... they... they...\" and her parents understood. Elona’s mother held Elona close and would not let go, a myriad of feelings carousing through her. Joy that their daughter was alive, worry for the future of the twins, and a grief so strong that it could not be ignored. She had been college roommates with Annelle Ferguson... and now she was gone. How could it be? Why her? Why now?
Elona then, unexpectedly, fainted. Panicked, her mother raced out of the room to call 911. Elona, after a minute that seemed longer then a lifetime to her father, awoke only enough to manage to get out what would end up being her last words on earth.
\"Can\'t.. .breathe... too.... much... smoke. Take... care of... the twins... and... tell Mom... I love... her...\" Elona then went limp, and her head sank to the bed.
Elona\'s father would not believe it. All he could do was yelling at Elona to wake up, shake her, and eventually, burst into uncontrollable sobs of immeasurable grief.
Elona found it curious how she watched all this happen. She felt curiously suspended, her mind watching the scene below her as her father, and later her mother, let out their grief. After she had seen all she could bear to see, Elona suddenly found herself in a dark, unfeeling nothingness. Elona felt no fear as her mind drifted through time and space. She felt oddly comforted by the complete lack sight, smell, and touch.
The young woman’s spirit found it impossible then to ignore the compulsion to rest, to sleep, to dream. And so she did, fully conscious of the fact that her mind was floating farther and father away from earth.
PLEASE Comment! This idea is completely abstract, and I need to know if it is good enough to continue.
Prologue
Elona, as usual, couldn\'t sleep. It was past one in the morning, and her thoughts kept her tossing and turning restlessly, making sleep almost impossible. Elona, irritated to the point of tears, gave up on sleep for the time being. The nineteen year old grabbed her diary, and attempted to put her mind at rest by putting down her thoughts like she did almost every night. This time, strangely, it was not troubling thoughts that filled her mind, it was an odd, eerie place, and a man’s face, one that had haunted her dreams for years. The image was always hazy, as if it was behind some dense fog she only had to wade through to see. The face, nevertheless, had remained unchanged through the years. Deciding she needed to put those images together for once and for all, she closed her eyes, and the image, although it was unbidden, again filler her mind. Shaggy, almost black hair framed defined cheeks, a small nose, and intense eyes that glittered with the opalescence of emeralds. He was tall, but not too tall, thin, but had a subtle strength within him that she could not place. He was the man of her dreams, but a dream was just that- a dream. And dreams rarely came true.
The young woman laid her head back down, yet before she touched the pillow she heard something that resembled an explosion. Startled, she jumped to her window, only to see tongues of flame leaping out of the Ferguson\'s house across the street. Without thinking, she jumped out of her open window while still in her pajamas, and tore across to the burning house. She crashed her way into the house, and ran straight for the closest bedroom. She found the twins there, both only two years old, pent up in their crib. They were crying loudly in a panic, screaming, hoping someone would come. Elona grabbed the two, and ran towards their parent’s room. She opened the door only to find the entire room engulfed in flames. Nothing was left except embers, white hot flame, and charred wood. Half of the ceiling was collapsed onto the floor, and she saw two pairs of charred legs sticking out from the debris. She knew, in that moment, that the two did not survive the night. Stifling her grief, she took the twins outside, back through the window, and into her room.
Breath came hard, Elona found. She assumed it was from the physical exertion she had just undergone, and forgot about it. She eventually slowed the toddler’s cries, to finally hear her mother knock on her door. She told her mom to come in and help, and Elona quite clearly heard the ragged sob of relief that her mother let out. The woman bolted into the room, and hugged Elona tightly to her chest. \"We... we saw you run there, and in... we thought you were dead for sure...\" Her father then walked in, obviously trying to control his emotions. It was he that first noticed the twins. \"Elona…\" he said gently, not wanting to frighten his daughter, who he already considered a hero. She had saved the twins, after all. \"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, Elona?\" He watched as his daughter fell apart, no longer able to hold in her grief. In between sobs, she managed to gasp out, from lungs that seemed to be aflame: \"They... they... they...\" and her parents understood. Elona’s mother held Elona close and would not let go, a myriad of feelings carousing through her. Joy that their daughter was alive, worry for the future of the twins, and a grief so strong that it could not be ignored. She had been college roommates with Annelle Ferguson... and now she was gone. How could it be? Why her? Why now?
Elona then, unexpectedly, fainted. Panicked, her mother raced out of the room to call 911. Elona, after a minute that seemed longer then a lifetime to her father, awoke only enough to manage to get out what would end up being her last words on earth.
\"Can\'t.. .breathe... too.... much... smoke. Take... care of... the twins... and... tell Mom... I love... her...\" Elona then went limp, and her head sank to the bed.
Elona\'s father would not believe it. All he could do was yelling at Elona to wake up, shake her, and eventually, burst into uncontrollable sobs of immeasurable grief.
Elona found it curious how she watched all this happen. She felt curiously suspended, her mind watching the scene below her as her father, and later her mother, let out their grief. After she had seen all she could bear to see, Elona suddenly found herself in a dark, unfeeling nothingness. Elona felt no fear as her mind drifted through time and space. She felt oddly comforted by the complete lack sight, smell, and touch.
The young woman’s spirit found it impossible then to ignore the compulsion to rest, to sleep, to dream. And so she did, fully conscious of the fact that her mind was floating farther and father away from earth.