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I decided to work up my courage and post a bit of my writings, just for the heck of it
so please, no to little critiques, just enjoy it! I apologize for the lack of line spacingSo here it is: Williams's Nightmare sequence
The faint hum of a late Friday afternoon seemed to almost hang lazily in the air. The soft buzz of family’s cars sounded as they went out to go eat at some family restaurant, and the evening trains clacked gently pass the old soccer field, created a sort of rhythm in the soccer team’s drills. “Here I come, dad!” Will cried, kicking and weaving the soccer ball between the cones. With an “ump” Will kicked the ball into the net, his dad just barely missing the block. “Great job, William, you’re getting better!” His dad said, picking up the ball and tossing it to him. Will bumped the ball, dropped it, and placed his foot confidently on top of it. He blinked, and suddenly the red-orange sun and the field darkened, and an eerie fog quickly rolled in from seemingly nowhere. “What the…“ Will glanced around frantically. “Dad? Dad?” he turned to see his dad over on the curb. Why was he wearing his work clothes? Moreover, where was that car in front of his dad going to taking him? Will realized what was happening in an instant. “DAD!” he cried, running to his father “Dad! Don’t go!” Will pulled at his dad’s arm, but his dad only shook it away and ruffled Will’s hair a bit before stepping in the car. “Dad, NO!” Will yelled, slamming his hands on the cold glass of the car door. As the car pulled away down the street, Will blinked again, and a gray plane flew off into the fog, taking his father with it. Will’s hand, stretched out in a vain attempt to halt his dad, dropped to his side, and Will lowered his head. He felt as if his heart, his very consciousness, was sinking into a black hole. Will suddenly felt cold and alone, empty, even. Odd snickers and jeers slowly began to fill his ears.
“What a baby!”
“Not so high and mighty now, are ya, will?”
“Geez, what a DORK”
William looked up. The fog and all his surroundings had disappeared, replaced by a thick blanket of black. His teammates surrounded him in a circle, their eyes all glowing red, laughing at him cruelly. The laughter grew louder, then louder, and louder until Will couldn’t stand it anymore. He tried to scream, but instead a hoarse gasp escaped from his lips.
Run
Will ran. He ran as fast as he ever had in his life. He dared himself to look back, and found he was being chased by monsters, with Red eyes and ghostly forms. He attempted to scream again, but nothing came out. Will heard a deep roar coming from above him. He looked up, and saw a bright light in front of him. The light was warm, inviting, and brighter than any sunlight Will had ever seen in his life. He closed his eyes, spread out his arms, and ran into the light, not noticing the monsters retreating behind him.
Good boy, William Taylor.
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