Some old dreams

Had these ones quite a while back, i found them while i exploring the labyrinth of folders i have on my computer :D Thought id just add them here, though i wrote them aaaaaaages ago! ~

How I write these are either a shortcut to explain my thoughts/ how i think things (usually i just have thoughts, with no words), or even in my dream there could be a narrative.

lol by the way .. i mostly have nightmares -_-"

*Black moon

A girl. Long golden curly locks fall past her shoulders, and her white dress sways in the wind. Her skin glows in the moonlight, its light enhancing its ivory colour. She is standing in the middle of the country side, upon the top of the highest hill. The moon is at its full, all the clouds parted in the sky, surrounding and circling the moon. The clouds are dark, and instead of snow falling from them, ashes fall from the sky. A few of them fall on her eyelashes, fluttering as blue eyes divert their attention downwards. The hills open to a valley way below, where she looks on. A small village sits in the center of a stream that flows through the middle of the valley, the only source of light coming from the moon that hangs above it. It is a small village, quaint in its size and structure. A small bridge connects either side of the village over the stream. She stares on, all emotion void on her face. Her destination.

A white house on the corner of the street, its window wide open, its blue curtains swaying as the blustering wind pulls them outwards to the open sky. The house looks almost blue in the moonlight, as it rises against the shadows. She waits before it, waiting patiently. A small girl approaches from the blue door opening from the structure. She has dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Her skin is pink with colour, battling the harsh blow of the cool night air. She walks towards the beautiful figure and smiles. She takes her hand, pulling her along. She wants to play. Often the little one sneaks out past the time the sunsets, and waits till her parents fall asleep to play in the darkness. She is excited for finding a playmate finally in the darkness, and she is welcoming to the new presence. Her heart is warm with happiness.

Specks of blood is splattered along the road. The girl is no where to be seen, but her window remains open, waiting for her return.

Many nights have passed, and many a moon. It is again high in the sky, and in full bloom. The clouds once again circle it, as ash falls from the sky. The girl has returned, unaged and as beautiful as ever. Beside her this time, stands a small girl.  She holds her hand, though, there is no emotion evident on her face. Her heart, once warm, no longer glows from the touch of her companions hand.  The window remains closed now, and all doors locked.

Many dreams later ~~~

Side by side, they stand together, once again upon the hill top. All emotion is void upon their faces, the only sound that can be heard, is the roaring of the wind. A new presence appears, and the older girl looks up. The silhouette of a man against the night sky, his dark curly hair waving in the wind, his lily white skin sticking out in the shadows. Though she cannot see them, she can feel his eyes upon her. Her master is here.

>>And another dream i had to do with this one was not long after i had those other two was the girl and the older lady had appeared at the same village again, like 100 years after the little girl was killed, and the same house the girl had lived in had the window open again, and a small boy with brown hair, fair skin and chocolate brown eyes was playing out on the streets, and the little girl went up to him, smiling at him (showing rows of sharp teeth), and he smiley back, and as they started to play "ring a ring a Rosie" the older girl walked up and the younger girl took the boys hand and led him to the older girl, who he smiled up at while she looked down with a smirk. That was it. He was dead after that.

*Aim for the apple

He was the best there was. World known for never missing a shot. Not once since he first picked up the bow and arrow when he was nine. His name was legendary. Everyone watched as he held up his bow, stretching the string, his arrow in place. His blue eyes narrowed on the target, as his strawberry blond hair waved slightly in the breeze, tied back with a green ribbon. His best friend had suggested they play a little game. Thirty yards in front of him stood he stood, with a bright red apple resting on his head. His friend stood tall, chest puffed out, proud to participating with his friend in font of the on looking crowds. Woman in bonnets and men in white wigs looked on. Today was a day to remember.

All was silent, and with the release of his finger grip on the arrow, all that could be heard was the soft hiss as the arrow flew through the air and met with its destination. Screams shook the air, as blood tainted the grass beneath him. As his friend fell, the boy ran to him, crying and shouting out to the stunned onlookers. Taking his head in his lap he cried as he looked over his friend. Wide with pain, all acknowledgement of his presence were void in his friends eyes. People crowded around, woman sobbing, as his friend choked and gagged on blood. His last breath, consisted with a mouthful of blood, and a arrow sticking out of his Adams apple.

It was a mournful ceremony. Articles in newspapers appeared nationwide. The legend was over. Many people tried to comfort him, assure him it was not his fault, that it was just a tragic mistake. And he would sit there, listening, without a word as he would stare on into the distance, and smile meekly at those who spoke. All had heard about his calamity over the unfortunate mistake. They would whisper as he passed. He had never missed, not once in his lifetime, until that fateful blue summers day that took his best friends life. And he would wonder as he heard them... he had never missed. Not once in his life. And that day under the green apple tree, while all the lords and ladies had been watching, had been no exception. He never missed.

lol, ill never forget that dream, it was the first time that i ever dreamt i was a boy hahaha freaked me out but i liked the overall dream so i decided to write it down. It was also one of the first dreams of mine i ever wrote :D And of course you can guess which boy i am if you know my hair colour ~ (hint, its strawberry blonde/ginge)