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Fear by Sherry at My Ghost in Me

(Submission made by Sherry at My Ghost In Me.)

Me was mentally exhausted- deep sleep came quickly as she hung tight to Freedom’s mane.  Soon her mind began to open to the universe- color and form came forward- taking her into her dreams.  She was back at the county garage- 12 years earlier- where the “incident” occurred. She saw herself lying in a pool of blood after falling from her bicycle- motionless. Melody was perched next to her left ear.  She was witnessing her invented friend move into another form- no longer imaginary in her mind. She was acknowledging that they were not separate- they were “one”. They now spoke without verbal communiction- Me needing only to listen- to feel.

Going deeper into her universe of dreams- Me spiraled slowly- awkwardly- inward.  A bright energy was drawing her in as an unidentifiable dark force was pulling her out. She came to identify the bright energy as Melody and the dark force as Self.  Her person was fighting between who she was- and what society had defined her to be. It seemed forever- drawing in…pulling out- lost in time…Visuals began to flow through her mind- words that held emotion- love/hate/guilt/anger/acceptance/peace… It was the visual emotion of fear that stopped the chaos in her dream. She suddenly realized it was fear- that controlled the dark force in her Self. Fear had absorbed her person. Fear was the villain that held the power to invade and destroy her journey- her search- to fill her “Naked Slate”.

Me woke into darkness, still hung tightly to Freedom’s mane. It was late evening.  Freedom held evidence of the day’s journey- his body now damp and dusty- his gate slow and awkward.  Melody was balanced between his alert ears. They were speaking softly as Me moved out of her dreams.

Are we there? …Are we where we are supposed to be?
My child- it is you that must tell us so. It is only you- who knows the direction of this journey.

 Me raised her head looking into the darkness in front of her.  She could see nothing- but was aware of what felt to be a wall surrounding her. Her sense of smell was aroused like never before. She felt as if she was wrapped inside a cocoon. It felt claustrophobic- yet safe…Bayfield 0613 038

Yes…we are-
This is where I want to be-

Do you know where this is- where we are?
Yes my child…I do-
We just entered into the “Forest of the Naked Slate”…

Me looked behind- it was just in time to see the last trace of light before the cocoon closed upon them.


About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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