A/n: So, confession time, in school every time we have an output like an artwork (which I'm not very good at) or writing works if I can use my stories I do use them with a little tweak so I can submit. So now I have a small pile of those works, and I thought why not share them?
Pov: You're the author, a dreamer.
DREAMSCAPE
"You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town."
-This is me trying, Taylor SwiftI had a dream once. I always had the idea that dreams would be forgotten by morning but when I woke up on that cloudy Saturday in January under the lavender-coloured canopy of my bed with the purple blankets kicked far down, I did in fact remember. Quite vividly at that, the dream I had the night before.
I thought, 'This'll be my masterpiece.' So I grabbed the pen on my bedside table, purple ink my favourite, and jotted the dream down as quickly as I could as if it were running from my memory. Some parts were hazy, most I didn't remember by the time the sun had hit its peak. I had an image in my head, two actually.
One of a beautiful woman, she looked like Cayenna from The Villainess is a Marionette but with hair like dripping blood. Another image overlapped, a lifeless doll held up by strings hung in the dark. Eerie red eyes glowing and sticky, bleeding hands coated in shadows tore her apart.
I looked over my notes and recalled the dream, about a seven-year-old girl named Nhira who was abandoned like Gretel in a dark forest full of whispering shadows with her baby brother shy of being barely a year old.
The dream like all dreams suddenly jumped into a different time altogether. Nhira had grown up, at 22, she grew to be as beautiful as a red rose blooming in full glory. Red-haired and blue-eyed. At that time, I found it strange that in my mind's eye, she sat alone drinking in a bar. Right after I noticed that a dashing silver-haired man with one red eye, covered, entered the room. At first, he seemed familiar, but then I recognized him. I knew in that instant, 'Oh, this is the male lead.' He had the charisma of one and a charming smile.
Immediately in the back of my mind, a musical was playing; Hamilton and Eliza were singing the lines, "Intelligent eyes in a hunger pang frame." Just as she had fallen helplessly in love with Hamilton, at the same time I watched Nhira fall in love with Kakashi, the silver-haired man, just as helplessly. Then the dream ended.
Sometime later as I wrote it down and filled in the plot holes, watching ink seep into paper, a thought came across me. 'What happened to her brother?' On a whim, I named him Heimich. The young boy who died at the tender age of six with his crying sister by his side in a dilapidated hut. That's why she was alone, and the plot moves on. It wouldn't be that simple I guess if that was the end. They met, fell in love and lived happily ever after.
No.
They won't.I'm still writing the story and as cruel as my thoughts may be, I control the narrative. It's her world, every letter and all the words I write. I might as well be the goddess of her world and if I were I would be a very capricious god. Who knows, maybe I'll give her a happy ending after all or perhaps not.
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Character Profile
Name: Nhira Uzumaki-AibelleCode names:
Saseko (Root)
Ai (Currently)Nickname: Autumn Demoness
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Falling for Temptation (A Kakashi Hatake story) Naruto fanfic
Fanfic"I'll kill him for you, so, choose me." "I didn't know that one day I could be so desperate and mad in love, that I'd sell my own soul with no qualms." •• Temptation: to desire to do something wrong or unwise.