TiledFloor
Virgin
This is my first attempt at writing a story so be kind? Hah! I joke but seriously please do tell me how you think the beginning is... I think it starts slow, but trust me... it picks up. So far I've written 3 Chapters and I am working on the 4th. Hope you like your Visit to
'Nightmare Springs'
Chapter 1.
Jacob
I awoke with a start. The Flames were dancing all around me. They were ready to consume me, they licked at the house. I threw off my bed covers and let to my feet. I tested the door to my room. It was cool to touch, not as hot as it would be if there was a real fire outside. I opened the door and went into the hallway. The smoke consumed it, it was more like a thick black fog than smoke, I tried the door to my parent’s room - the metal handle burnt my hand with a searing pain.
I awoke with a start, I slowly started to realize the heat was coming from my body and that my body was soaked with sweat, the night air felt good as it caressed my wet skin. I pressed my hand against my door again, inhaling deeply. I smell a faint smell of smoke, but it doesn't seem to be coming from nearby.
I opened the door a crack, the lighting is comfortably dim, no fires, and no smoke - not ablaze as I was sure it had been just moments before. But the dream was so real. I felt compelled to check the rest of the house just to be certain. I started down the hall, the door to my little sister Amy's room is ajar, I peeked in… safe and sound. To my right I saw the open door of my parent’s room, I expected nothing else, they weren’t back for a few days, they worked together and always had to attend the same conferences, I never minded it gave me space.
A thought hits me, “what if the fire is outside?” Better check.
As I go down the stairs I hear the familiar groan from the floor boards, they made sneaking around almost impossible, but with no parents here I didn't have to worry this time. I unlock the door latch turn the lock and slowly crack the door open. The cool October Air pours over my skin, it feels so good to feel it - As I stood there and let the wind swallow me I realize that I am standing outside half naked and it felt good! I have to say I'm proud of what I have, it’s not the best body out there but it also certainly wasn't the worst.
I was 6'2" dark blonde hair with green eyes, my body was what I liked to keep looking good, I had a six pac that I had been working on for a while. As I looked down I caught a glimmer of light on each individual muscle as the slowly rising sun shone onto my body, it also catches the scar from a very nasty cut. I looked around and saw that my dark ribbon of a street was empty. No surprise there, Nightmare Springs was never exactly bustling during the day let alone whatever time it was right now. I took a deep breath and that’s when I smelt it. The smoke, it had been lingering around for a few days, autumn was always the fire season. I decided to take one last breath of fresh air and go inside. As I close the door I make sure I hear the latch click back into place and then head back upstairs.
As I climb into bed I can’t help but check my phone *1 New Message*. I instantly knew who it would be from. Kayla had been my girlfriend for a while now, and as much as it killed me that she would text me while I was asleep and usually wake me up because of it, I was starting to find it quite cute. This text followed the same pattern as the others
“Jacob, I miss you, there is a you shaped hole in my heart when we are apart at night. :-[ <3”
I swear one day I will find whoever invented “<3” and kill them. Of course I couldn’t help but reply to this one in best way I could think of...
“If there is a me shaped hole in your heart shouldn’t you have ended the message like this ‘< >-->0 3’ ?”
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Marshall
The rain hit the car windows and grabbed on for dear life before the almighty force that was gravity pulled them down. I hate sitting in cars in the rain. I also hated moving but getting too attached to a place was a weakness. I’m in WPP. Or the Witness ProtectionPprogram. My name was changed from Marshall Vantt to Marshall Tool. The FBI had no problems telling me how important it was that I didn’t divulge that information. Of course I’m young, and I’m forgetful. We’ve had to move 4 times already because of that. Not that I minded. I’ve never found a place I’ve liked as much as I liked home since the whole incident occurred.
I hit the horn.
“Oh my fucking god! Take your damn time!” I said muttering to myself.
Two minutes later two of the biggest douche bags in suits I’ve met in my life, and it just so happened they were my case workers, Susan and Ryan, came up to the car and asked me to not draw attention to it. I nodded apologetically and sat back down in the back seat. As I sat back I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wasn’t a bad looking guy, in fact that was my problem I was good looking and I knew it. I used that to my advantage when it came to relation'shits’. I had medium length hair that looked like it had come straight off Zac Efron’s head, the only difference being was my hair is pure black. My eyes however were like two light blue crystals, and my favorite part about them... around my pupil, in fact around everyone’s pupil there is a lighter circle. Mine however weren’t just lighter they were a shade of yellow, that coupled with my dark hair just drew attention to me. I had the body of someone who had been swimming since they were 6 years old which meant all together, I had a neat little package going on.
Finally my Mom and the Douche Twins came out of the house got in and we started to head off, in two days I would arrive for my first day in Nightmare Springs.... because that name sounds safe to send people in the witness protection program.
'Nightmare Springs'
Chapter 1.
Jacob
I awoke with a start. The Flames were dancing all around me. They were ready to consume me, they licked at the house. I threw off my bed covers and let to my feet. I tested the door to my room. It was cool to touch, not as hot as it would be if there was a real fire outside. I opened the door and went into the hallway. The smoke consumed it, it was more like a thick black fog than smoke, I tried the door to my parent’s room - the metal handle burnt my hand with a searing pain.
I awoke with a start, I slowly started to realize the heat was coming from my body and that my body was soaked with sweat, the night air felt good as it caressed my wet skin. I pressed my hand against my door again, inhaling deeply. I smell a faint smell of smoke, but it doesn't seem to be coming from nearby.
I opened the door a crack, the lighting is comfortably dim, no fires, and no smoke - not ablaze as I was sure it had been just moments before. But the dream was so real. I felt compelled to check the rest of the house just to be certain. I started down the hall, the door to my little sister Amy's room is ajar, I peeked in… safe and sound. To my right I saw the open door of my parent’s room, I expected nothing else, they weren’t back for a few days, they worked together and always had to attend the same conferences, I never minded it gave me space.
A thought hits me, “what if the fire is outside?” Better check.
As I go down the stairs I hear the familiar groan from the floor boards, they made sneaking around almost impossible, but with no parents here I didn't have to worry this time. I unlock the door latch turn the lock and slowly crack the door open. The cool October Air pours over my skin, it feels so good to feel it - As I stood there and let the wind swallow me I realize that I am standing outside half naked and it felt good! I have to say I'm proud of what I have, it’s not the best body out there but it also certainly wasn't the worst.
I was 6'2" dark blonde hair with green eyes, my body was what I liked to keep looking good, I had a six pac that I had been working on for a while. As I looked down I caught a glimmer of light on each individual muscle as the slowly rising sun shone onto my body, it also catches the scar from a very nasty cut. I looked around and saw that my dark ribbon of a street was empty. No surprise there, Nightmare Springs was never exactly bustling during the day let alone whatever time it was right now. I took a deep breath and that’s when I smelt it. The smoke, it had been lingering around for a few days, autumn was always the fire season. I decided to take one last breath of fresh air and go inside. As I close the door I make sure I hear the latch click back into place and then head back upstairs.
As I climb into bed I can’t help but check my phone *1 New Message*. I instantly knew who it would be from. Kayla had been my girlfriend for a while now, and as much as it killed me that she would text me while I was asleep and usually wake me up because of it, I was starting to find it quite cute. This text followed the same pattern as the others
“Jacob, I miss you, there is a you shaped hole in my heart when we are apart at night. :-[ <3”
I swear one day I will find whoever invented “<3” and kill them. Of course I couldn’t help but reply to this one in best way I could think of...
“If there is a me shaped hole in your heart shouldn’t you have ended the message like this ‘< >-->0 3’ ?”
-----------------------------
Marshall
The rain hit the car windows and grabbed on for dear life before the almighty force that was gravity pulled them down. I hate sitting in cars in the rain. I also hated moving but getting too attached to a place was a weakness. I’m in WPP. Or the Witness ProtectionPprogram. My name was changed from Marshall Vantt to Marshall Tool. The FBI had no problems telling me how important it was that I didn’t divulge that information. Of course I’m young, and I’m forgetful. We’ve had to move 4 times already because of that. Not that I minded. I’ve never found a place I’ve liked as much as I liked home since the whole incident occurred.
I hit the horn.
“Oh my fucking god! Take your damn time!” I said muttering to myself.
Two minutes later two of the biggest douche bags in suits I’ve met in my life, and it just so happened they were my case workers, Susan and Ryan, came up to the car and asked me to not draw attention to it. I nodded apologetically and sat back down in the back seat. As I sat back I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wasn’t a bad looking guy, in fact that was my problem I was good looking and I knew it. I used that to my advantage when it came to relation'shits’. I had medium length hair that looked like it had come straight off Zac Efron’s head, the only difference being was my hair is pure black. My eyes however were like two light blue crystals, and my favorite part about them... around my pupil, in fact around everyone’s pupil there is a lighter circle. Mine however weren’t just lighter they were a shade of yellow, that coupled with my dark hair just drew attention to me. I had the body of someone who had been swimming since they were 6 years old which meant all together, I had a neat little package going on.
Finally my Mom and the Douche Twins came out of the house got in and we started to head off, in two days I would arrive for my first day in Nightmare Springs.... because that name sounds safe to send people in the witness protection program.
