NaNoWriMo: A Dream

My NaNoWriMo story is called Paradise. It's one of my favorite story ideas so far. I won't dive into what it's about, but it's going to have a crazy plot that I have to work out. Once NaNoWriMo is over, I'll tackle the task of actual plot organization.

In the mean time, I'll write like HELL. I'm so behind.
Anyway, I'm sharing this clip with you. Right now, it's one of my favorites. Not because it has amazing writing or anything, but it forced me to look at the little things I love. I love looking at little things, like leaves, wind, a blade of grass.I also felt the emotion that Emmy feels, which is strange.

So, here you go! (Btw, my grammar is so screwed up and I haven't read of this lately. So, yeah.)

NaNoWriMo Excerpt: Second Dream

She knew she was in a dream, but it felt so real. Everything she touched didn’t feel like it came from a deep space inside her brain, it felt like her fingers were actually caressing the cool strands of grass blanketing the hills. The sun that had fought its way through the mountainous grey clouds touched her skin with such warmth, that she could only believe it was real. 

Emmy couldn’t give into the dreams life-like illusions; she was afraid if she did, she’d never wake up. It tip toed across the line of exciting and dangerous. The dream, electrifyingly real, could easily trap her in its grasp and never let her go, pushing her deeper and deeper into it.

Or at least she thought it could.

Maybe this dream was innocent, just a rare and unusual dream to sweeten her night. If it was, who was to blame her for slipping happily into it, enjoying every moment? What if this one a once in a life time opportunity to experience a vivid dream? She didn’t want to miss something like this.

The debate raged on inside of her. Should she stay in the dream and be pulled in effortlessly, or should she flee and leave dangerous dreams to brew somewhere else?

Emmy slid backwards till her shoulders touched the grass. The grass tickled the back of her neck as she relaxed, enjoying the tingle crossing her skin from the sun.

This was a sun, right? Emmy had never experience one before.  She had seen pictures, read sections in their study books, but never felt the warm sensation of it touching her bare skin.

This dream, she thought, is paradise. How could I ever let it go?

The wind whispered through the grass and trees, catching her hair and dancing with it for a brief moment before disappearing. A smile twitched at Emmy’s lips. She was slipping into the dream already. A decision had to be made; stay or go.  Resist or bask in the wonder.

Another gust of wind ran over the fields and hills and slowed to a stop when it reached her. It felt so amazing. It was something else Emmy’s skin had never enjoyed, wind. Being confined to the House only meant reading about these extraordinary pleasures in text books and imagining the day your own skin will prickle at the caress of a breeze.

When more wind caused her heart to swell and mouth to become a full smile, she knew the choice was clear. She had to stay.

Emmy’s fingers dug deep down into the soil, feeling the dirt jam under her fingernails. They wiggled in the soil, like she was hugging the ground. Pulling them out of the ground, she held them over her face, examine the healthy, rich soil that covered her fingers.

What had she been missing all this time? What provoked her to go into the House? She paused, gazing up at the sapphire sky. The dark clouds had vanished, banished by the blazing sun.

Emmy’s mind dodged through memories. What was it like outside the House? Had she spent so much time in there she had forgotten? It couldn’t be. That was impossible. What had her family been like? She couldn’t even remember that.

If it hadn’t been for the burning sun, bright, blue sky and the grass beneath her, a sorrow would have fallen over her heart.  She could not remember life outside the House. In fact, she couldn’t remember any second before she entered the building, leaving her whole life behind for a simple adventure.

Was this what she left behind? Impossible.

Emmy couldn’t imagine any soul leaving behind such beauty just to be confined in a white box, never to see the outside world again.  No, what person could be so naïve, so blinded, that they walked into the white halls of confinement.

Emmy breathed in deeply, taking in the powerful scents of the world around her. She could smell the soil tucked under her fingernails, the grass swaying in the playful wind. Even the very wind seemed to hold a unique smell here.

Emmy blinked. Where was here?

>To Be Continued <  

I'll give you the rest of this section later. :]

Enjoyyyyy!!!!

**Joeclyn**