I Dreamed A Dream...

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Today I have a little treat for you! Today I am posting a teaser for my novel, Yelling Out Loud, the sequel to A Whisper To A Scream... I promise I don't give too much away lol! Oh, and enjoy!


Every time I had a dream, I dreamt that I was running--sprinting--vigorously through theforest behind my house. My feet plodded into the muddy, well-beaten path as I swatted atthe thicket of branches that hung above my head. The jagged edges of the branches cutdeep into my flesh and I felt blood drizzling down my forearm. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let anything slow me down.

The sound of twigs snapping beneath a set of feet apart from my own keeps me
going. It pushes me further. A dull ache rippled through my lungs. My breathing was
short--rapid--and a cramp was throbbing in the side of my waist. Someone was behind
me--following me--and I couldn’t help but feel an icy chill of terror when I slowed downand allowed them to get closer.

The person behind me didn’t speak. There was a menacing rasp to the sound of
their breathing and it made every hair on my neck stand up. “Stay away from me!” I
screamed, causing myself further complications to my breathing and then I started
gasping for air.

A white light shined barreled through an opening at the end of the path. And
despite the tightening pain in my calves, I charged forward, anxious to burst through thelight. That was when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “No!” I dug my nails into their fingers,heard them growl, and felt the hand slip off of my shoulder.

The light was closer. With every pound of my feet, that meant I was that much
closer. Closer to freedom.

Only I never made it to the light. Feet before I crossed the barrier of darkness into
the light, the person following me tackled me. I kicked at them, gaining inches, but they pulled me backwards, dragging me by my ankle, mud staining me from my collar bone to my mid-thigh. “Ahhhh!” I wailed as hot tears stung my cheeks. “Please,” I begged. “Don’t hurt me.”

I blanched, turning my head to the side and I could feel their hands inching closer
to my neck. “No,” I whimpered as a final protest. I don’t want to die.

In a last ditch effort to save myself, I whipped my arm back and my fist connected
with their jaw. The sound of a crack combined with a thud sent me back to reality and I felt a pair of hands resting on my shoulders, shaking me. “Ellory, sweetheart, it’s Mom.”

Stuck in a world of half-delusion and half-reality, I began thrashing violently.
“No! No! No” Still the hands remained on my shoulders.

“Ellory!” my Mom shouted. “Honey, you were having another nightmare!”

Rolling over, in my bed, I caught my breath. I opened one eye at a time and glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. A wave of relief washed over me as I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes. My Mom wrapped me in her arms and smoothed back
my hair. “Hush now, baby,” she comforted. “It was just a dream. And now you can see
that you’re in your own bed.”

“You’re right, Mom,” I exhaled. “It was just a dream. I couldn’t let her worry. If I
didn’t lie about it she would stay up all night long and lose sleep over me.

“Do you want me to stay in here with you?” she asked as she pulled away from me.

“No, Mom, I’m fine. Just go back to bed.”

“Are you sure, honey?”

“Yes, Mom, I’m sure.”

She leaned in close, kissed my forehead, then walked out of my room. I lad back
on my bed, in the darkness, staring at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling.

There wasone thing about my dreams that I could never tell my mother. I could never tell her that these nightmares I had been having over the last few weeks…..were real.

Cheers! Hope you liked it!