Last weeks Friday Fantastic Flash Challenge was this;
Daydream. Vision. Nightmare. You close your eyes. Where do you go when you sleep?
First up is a newcomer to this blog and this challenge by the name of Bri Ollre, who has written a wonderfully evocative description of her dream experience…
The Fickleness of Dreams
My dreams are as vivid as reality. Their ebb and flow as natural as the waves of the sea cresting upon the shore. In them I am me, and someone else entirely; I can soar above the clouds, as if Icarus straining towards the sun; fall in love with the sounds of the forest, wrapping myself in its comforting embrace; feel the pain of a thousand wounds, all digging deep within my skin. My dreams are a portal to another way of life. Where I am not simply holding onto the reigns for dear life. Instead they are a plane of existence in which I am lord and commander, the rest of the world my loyal subjects.
There are attacks upon these planes- no land is free from despair. It’s stench rolling in like Sulphur, seeping through the cracks in my thoughts. Wrapping its slimy hands around my throat like a vice. I succumb to it always, thrashing and fighting until my body limp from exhaustion and I wake. Sweat covering my skin, and my heart beating like a constant thwack in my ears. Only the calming rise and fall of my cats breathing lulling me back into sleep.
Where again I venture into the unknown, and yet somehow familiar landscape of my dreams. Faces I’ve seen, but can’t recall, smiling up at me as I climb. Fingertips brushing at the peak of my desires, grasping with all my strength at the hope that resides there; straining to bring it back to reality. The broken images I see in the morning just a glimmer of what I accomplished; and with the rising of the sun they fade, slipping back into the shadows. Where they will soon again become reality behind the dark of my eyelids.
You can find out more about Bri on her blog, Little Slice of Bri (great play on words there, which really tickled me and made me like her instantly!), and on her website, www.briollre.com. Go check her out, she is extremely well-travelled, and writes very entertaining posts on the places she has visited.
Next up, one of my all-time favourite authors with a breath-taking piece, it’s Jane Dougherty…
The trees tiptoed through the moonlight in a stately dance along the ribbon of road. I knew it was folly, but the path was so enticing I let myself be drawn into the dream. Trees’ dreams are not like ours. They dream of what they have known, soaked up into every cell through roots delving into antiquity and the ground-up bones of the earth. Dry twigs caught my hands and I felt the animosity through my fingertips. Earth shifted beneath my feet with the rumble of volcanoes and twisted like the scars left by loggers. Water dripped into my eyes from shrivelled leaves, noxious and putrid. I tried to pull away into the man-made strip between the rows of dancers, where the stench of car exhaust permeated the white, gravelly soil. Moonlight blinked and looked the other way. An owl hooted, a vixen screamed, and the steady whispering waltz went on.
Please, I begged. It wasn’t me. None of it was me.
But dream ears are deaf, and none so deaf as angry trees, guardians and frontline troops of the natural world. Brambles crawled over my skin, binding arms and legs, tying me to the swaying steps of the poplars.
The road stretches still, though the dream is ended. Dawn breaks in the world, but not here, not in the dream of the trees, where only night and death are waiting, for them, for me, for all of us.
Jane is the author of The Green Woman Trilogy, and Grá mo Chroí, Love of My Heart, Love Stories from Irish Myth (which is FREE on Smashwords, btw!), which she co-wrote with yours truly, as well as numerous poems and short stories published in various fine magazines and anthologies. You can check them out on her blog, and buy them on Amazon. Now that you have read her fabulous flash, you will be dying to read her books; I have, and highly recommend them!
Thank you so much, lovely ladies, for taking part and sharing your Fabulous Fantastic Flash!
It being the season that it is, so to this weeks challenge, and we are celebrating all things monstrous…
Demons. Witches. Vampires. Werewolves. Tell me your most monstrous story.
You can submit here, I will include links to your blog and books. Entries must be under 500 words, but please remember that I write YA, so there may be young people on this site… please keep it family friendly. I really hope you will join me and take part in the craic!