username: Discter
kalon name: Veriaci
do they believe in aliens? why/why not?:
"Hey Veriaci, do you believe in aliens? Heard old man Tric does!" "Yeah, but half the time he's off his rocker, or muttering about something in his walls." Veriaci blinked at the kits in front of him, pausing the chopping down of the tree in front of him. "No, no. I don't believe in aliens at all, what made you ask that? And where is your mother, shouldn't she be watching you?" They shifted in front of him, suddenly very nervous and avoiding his gaze. "She's just out shopping, and said we could play!" He glared at them, peeved with their attempts to flee their mother. "Go back to yer mum, I know she isn't shopping; I saw her this morning and she said she was staying home." They groaned in front of him, and gave him the evil-eye, before heading off. Going back to his chopping, Veriaci listened as they ran out of sight, then shuddered, hard.
No, no, don't think about that. That was then, and this is now. That was just a dream, it didn't really happen. Veriaci told himself, lies to pacify his inner demons.
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Veriaci spat into the sink, then put his toothbrush under the water, before twisting the water off, plopping the toothbrush back into it's cup. Flopping onto his bed, he buried himself under the covers, determined to get a good nights sleep for once.
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Oh god, where was he? Everything was blurry, the harsh lights above shone straight into his eyes, blinding him, forcing him to keep his eyes closed. He tried to cover them with his paws, but found he could not, no matter how hard he tugged. Throwing his head over to look, he stilled at the cuffs binding him to the table. Wait, table? Yes, he was on a table, a slab of shiny silver metal supporting him as he shivered with fear. Oh god, what was happening to him? He stared with wide eyes at the people standing above him, their features and outline contorted into a nightmare. They were looking at him, poking him, cutting him, writing on something.
Oh god, this is how I am going to die. This is it, goodbye dad, I wish I was a better son. He shivered and shuddered, shaking with fear as he stared at his captors. And then, he screamed as something plunged into his side, burning him.
- 400 words above, 200 below -
Veriaci smacked his poor stuffed rabbit onto the floor, screaming at the empty room with pure terror. He panted and sobbed, attempting to get himself together, moonlight painting his breakdown for all to see. Another nightmare, another dream fueling his insomniac tendencies.
It was just a dream, just a dream, it wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real, he repeated to himself. After what felt like an eternity, he calmed down, staring at his ceiling fan.
Just another nightmare, he thought, glancing at the clock beside him. 5:27 AM, another thirty minutes and he would be up for work. Deciding it better to stay awake and not have any more nightmares, he picked up his dropped stuffed-rabbit, placing it back on the bed, before heading towards the kitchen.
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Veriaci isn't sure how to feel about aliens anymore, not after...
that. It seemed so real, so vivid and terrifying, too clear to be fake. It wasn't like a normal dream or nightmare, where he mostly felt and thought, not actually seeing what was happening in such clear detail. Everything had been blurry then, but it still was too vivid to be a dream. The scar was proof of it.
extra: 200 + 400 hundred words used above, soon an art piece.
2?? I'm going for it!!