Sleep is good ... this is what happens during it.

Pensum

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I am doing for some years, a art that I admire greatly. I make visit places imaginary, to my readers. Showing them the beauty of words, the wonderful stories. This story, I hope, you will like, will help you to calm your thirst for adventures ... This story is a dream that I did, some time ago.

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A guide was chosen to make visit various places in a city. This year it was American tourists, and as it would be long, and rocky, she decided to make it on horseback. They were delighted, although most, has never ridden a horse. They left the bungalow and began the adventure by a pine forest. On a whim, she took a path that never before, she had borrowed.

They end up in a meadow, like all others he visited each year. She makes them continue the visit. But she saw that they are descended, and arrive in a valley. A valley with tall grass, bent by the wind, and invades large rocks, and as the only decor of this valley unexplored.

That's where she is now, in this beautiful valley, hidden to human eyes. She continues through the bush without really knowing where they go. She distinguishes a path that seemed even more fun. "Finally! A little change can't hurt anyone, " she told himself. She enters this pathway, followed by her small group who seems to be playful by the diverse paths she have choose.

After a time, she noticed that the more they advance, the more air seemed heavy. And to see the faces, she is not alone in feeling this discomfort. She will stop abruptly and fixed squarely the ground. All asked him, she stops suddenly. They don't perceive what she sees stretched out before them, and this surprises her. Just steps away, is lying the carcass of what appears to be a moose. "Don't they see this carcass half open, which drains large maggots and viscous, dark suspicious?" she told herself. Without mentioning the putrid and nauseating aroma that emanates from it.

While she is unable to detach her eyes from the corpse, a frightened horse rushes forward with its rider. She watches it disappear, while those behind disappears in a hurry to so much horror, leaving her alone. She also tries to go back as soon as possible, but her horse, motionless, refuses to obey. She can no longer control it, she comes down without delay. Whinnying to snatch its chest, drooling and foaming blood from a bestial rage, it fell in a sea of blood.

She is scared and not knowing what to do, she starts to run. She runs until the moment when she heard clearly far away, tears. Tears like those of a child. She came close, and she sees the twins. She crossed the few steps separating them, they should not have more than seven years old, and discern their faces slightly mutilated. She has the impression to see herself, when she was a child, with drawn faces and a look as dark as night. They fled into the path.

She hurts her lungs to join them, she can not leave them alone in the forest. She runs very fast and she arrives to pain and misery at follow them. More she runs, and she sees a strange mass in front of her. A giant block that stands out against a backdrop of sun, and to finally look like what should be a tower. She sees the twins enter the tower, and she rushes in at her turn. Having not taken three steps, she falls, and then she slips into what appeared to be a trap. She continues at slide without stopping in a dark, while hearing the tears of the twins, who were becoming increasingly powerful.

She regains consciousness in a small cell. Slightly thinned, enough to distinguish a spectrum who move toward her. She is paralyzed at the sight of this spectrum which darkens on her. The twins at his side, they look at her with an accusing finger, their black eyes and plunged their tears in hers, mouth gaping, from which escaped false tears, remains wide open, leaving escape a scream imperceptible, and endless, pure insanity. The shadows have sunk, when, where the twins went out of their mouths, a little horse rotten... and she woke up ... 

Don't ask me why I'm an insomniac, The reason is very easy. Most often, there are snakes, I'm pursued in a maze and when I reached the end, I see a woman with black hairs, that hanged herself or I walk in a street full of symbols, as a sidewalk. Anyway ... Chuichi is one of my dreams, but he was always nice ... except when he shuts me in this room full of snakes.


© Karole McDowell... 2011