Well here it is the short story I had to write. I would like to say a huge thank you to Rachel for helping me write this piece, it took hours out of her time.
One morning about ten’ o clock an immense fist appeared in the sky above the city. The day was horribly cold, as everything from the people, to the atmosphere slowly rose into its usual tricks. The moon stayed through the morning and lingered around to where the sun was supposed to suspend in the skies. As the skies began to release its tears a sea of umbrellas began to engulf the land in mass panic. The rain came in gallons, pouring upon everything, leaving nothing untouched.
Below the draining skies on a fairly busy road lay rows of apartments, each one appearing alike. At the end of, or the start of the apartments lived a young woman, named Creissant. Creissant had light tan skin, long deep black hair and when you looked into her eyes you found the most brilliant part about her, that all who dared to stare could not stare away. Her eyes were a bizarre grayish green color mixed with golden sunshine gleaming with creation. She had a toned body, moved with elegance and had a touch filled with compassion. As the rain continued to dispense, Creissant sat at the back of the apartment building on her balcony, peering out towards her view of a small street, forlorn and forgotten. She sat drenched in water, pondering.
At this point Creissant’s life was at her prime. She had graduated top of her class from college with a degree in art and design, she had a secure job with great pay, which is what she had always envisioned herself to be, an artist. People were paying thousands of dollars for her paintings and museums thousands more to display her works of art. She thought she would be happy achieving these goals; but she wasn’t happy. She felt out of place, like a stranger to a world at which she had known for so long. She hated all of the pressure to be greater than her great and above all she felt out of place, out of mind when people would ask her questions about her inspirations and aspirations. Though she knew where her ideas came from she always felt something in her telling her to keep it a secret.
She wished her dreams were just dreams, like everyone else’s dreams. The dreams she envisioned were truths. It was not just one dream; it was a story, with each dream progressing the tale. Each character seemed to materialize; she often experienced moments of déjà vu. It was as if the world she wanted to be apart of was right below the world she lived in. It was not as if this other world looked any different, the only thing that became different was the feelings of a person. At times she found herself seeing the characters stalking about like shadows, creeping, and at times she would try to pursue them, in the end they would disappear into oblivion, there were many characters in her dreams. Most of them blurry figures, but others stood out so clearly she felt as if she could touch them. She saw them walking in the streets showing her ways of another world. When she was with them she felt at peace. A vision that haunted her most was of a woman and a man. The woman resembled herself but with a different fate. She was blissful, relaxed and carried no heavy burdens or feelings of guilt. Her fate was presaged and she now gone.
She was like all the other girls, accomplished and looking towards a brighter future, having everything at the palm of her hands. One night she had gone out with some friends to watch a movie. The movie was a silent black and white film. She loved to watch silent movies they captured her mind instantly and let it wander with fascination. After the film she started to walk home on her usual path, her apartment was three blocks away. The path led her through an ally into a dark little street. She knew this street well not only did she walk through it everyday she saw it every night. Tonight as she reached the street she noticed something new a door she approached and knew at once what it held for her on the other side. The door was just as black as her hair and as beautiful as her eyes with lovely descriptions depicted among its handles, down and up to each corner. Her stomach held butterflies as she followed each design with her fingers. Then it came to her mind, as she shifted her weight back and fourth. Will he come for me as he did in my dreams? At that moment a sudden breeze of cold air came upon her and a swift brush upon her cheek. She turned hastily around and there he appeared holding his hands out with his same sweet smile, his classic slender appearance, hair sleeked back, trench coat and white blouse with casual black pants and dress shoes.
He held out his hands and said, “Come, you belong with us.” She tilted her head slightly and gave a small smile and in a calm, quiet voice asked almost in a statement, “The unknowns, the other world.” With another charming smile he nodded his head with reassurance, the doorway opened, she took his hand and walked along his side. Creissant felt a breeze, shook her head out of the daze, and realized her destiny.
