This is another sample idea of something that I’m thinking of making a future project. I need to edit it, and proof read it, and spellcheck it, and … yeah you get it. Basically this is the roughest, of rough draft ideas. Enjoy.
She walked in from work, her body drained mentally, and physically. Everything felt stuffy, and all she wanted to do was lie down on the couch. Her keys rattled against the door as it swung open. The sound echoed through the hall. The dark that lingered in the shadows felt out of balance. She ignored it though, labelling it as just lonely paranoia. Though when she stepped through the threshold of doorway the world opened out. A huge forest stood ahead of her and small village dwarfed by a castle in the background. The village was walled up, guards patrolling with bows and arrows strapped to their backs. It looked like a medieval cosplay. It was so real…
Lucrezia couldn’t pull her eyes away from it, watching as the men on the wall started pointing their fingers at her. That didn’t make sense, they didn’t know who she was, surely their arrows would be drawn to strangers?
A thundering rumbled from behind her, it made her twist slowly on her heels. A huge caramel brown breast plate of a horse passed right through her. She stepped back from the missing collision, her back hit something solid, and narrow. It made her wince until all the horses passed by her. There was roughly eight of them, all driven by men, with girls at their backs. Something seemed strange about the image she was viewing through her eyes.
The women’s clothing, all modern… white blouses, pencil skirts, jeans, and even a mini-dress designed for a holiday. One of the girls backs struck her attention more than the rest. Something about the muddy blonde hair that reached down the slender back, between square shoulders. She was wearing a vest top, and shorts that left very little the imagination. The girl didn’t even have shoes on, her feet slapped the sides of the horse as it galloped toward the village gates. The guards at the wall re-positioned themselves carefully while the gates opened. They all looked so focused. Like attacks were a common thing. The gates opened, and the riders stopped their horses for their passengers to be dropped off. Lucrezia locked eyes with the girl with the slender back. She recognised those eyes from the mirror in her bathroom. She was one of those girls, bound, and being dragged into the village. The gates began to close, the guards on top of the walls armed their bows with their arrows. They were all pointing in Lucrezia’s direction. She pushed off whatever was at her back. It only made her trip over her own feet to the ground. What she felt catching her body was not as soft as the fresh green grass implied.
An arrow passed overhead. It travelled at great speed through the air, thick, and heavy it landed in something with a thunk. The sound made Lucrezia cringe, and a large fleshy body crashed beside her. Its dead face staring at her. She screamed rolling away.
When she looked back she was in front of her house again, the concrete paving of her driveway empty of forest, and dead bodies. She glanced about herself, and noticed a neighbour rushing towards her.
Mrs Shumacker, a gentle woman with an iron will. She was in her eighties, yet walked everywhere, refused the bus, and carried more shopping bags than a fresh, healthy teenager. Her white fluffy hair swept to one side in the breeze. Her wrinkled old face came rushing over, Lucrezia couldn’t tell if she looked worried or scared. Who wouldn’t be if you had just seen your neighbour act like she had seen a ghost. She might think she had lost her mind…
“Are you alright?” she whispered, clutching Lucrezia’s arm to help her to her feet.
“Yes… yes I’m ok… Thank you” She smiled at the lovely woman. She was praying Mrs Shumacker didn’t phone the insane ward.
“What happened? I heard you scream” she wondered over to Lucrezia’s door checking inside as if someone might jump out at her at any moment. She wasn’t quite sure how to reply, if she said she had just had a vision then she would definitely be on the phone declaring her mentally unstable. She could have said she had been attacked, but there was no sign of someone breaking and entering, nor attacking her. So, she went for the most convincing, but pathetic lie she could think of.
“I slipped on the step at my door” she tried to make herself look as humiliated as possible. It wasn’t hard, Lucrezia was embarrassed by the lie. Mrs Shumacker looked sceptic, raising one eyebrow at her as if to say “Really?”. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip trying to hide a false shame.
“What happened?” Mrs Shumacker asked her again, her voice deepening with a seriousness that could have sliced through butter… She didn’t have time as a laugh slithered across the air from the end of the driveway. It was a man… he was wearing nothing but a long black skirt that trailed behind him. His body wasn’t anything particularly shocking, just tall and average lean. He didn’t look like he worked out, nor did he look as though he over ate. Every inch of his skin however, was carved with lines, and lines of words. Lucrezia couldn’t read it from where she was, but she could tell it was really fancy old english kind of writing.
“I’ve found you” his voice croaked down her spine. She reached for Mrs Shumacker, hoping to usher the woman into her house as quickly as possible away from the strange man. “You won’t get away from my story”. He held a book in his hands. It was wide open, the ink on the pages looked like they were moving.
Lucrezia felt her heart stop for a breath of a second before the words reached out around her. She pushed Mrs Shumacker out of its reach just as the ink, like chains, wrapped around her body and pulled her into the pages of the book.