"Wake up!"
The boy who formed his dream to reach the moon through his three triangular toys, tried to wake up his friend who was dreaming and shouting No!
His friend, another boy his age holding his created wooden planes in his hands, was awakened abruptly.
"You are dreaming!"
He said to him, relieved that he opened his eyes.
The other boy lifted himself up as he stretched his legs and back into a sitting position beside him under the tree.
"What was it?"
He asked.
"It was an ugly dream."
The other boy responded.
"Tell me."
He urged him.
So the other boy started to narrate the story of his dream while fixing his gaze to the wooden plane he still has in his hands.
"I found myself in different places where I saw all kinds of weird monuments, altars and buildings.
The friend started while he listened and did not say a word.
"In one city I don't recognize, I saw tall, very tall buildings. They almost reached the sky as I looked at them from the ground."
Both heard a creaking sound somewhere that they turned their heads at the same time, but found no one.
"Each building has designs and paintings of different wild animals as they move upward. Then I saw a big sign saying: The Winner and Ruler of the Year is Cobra!"
He was astonished by his friend's story.
"What do you mean?"
He asked.
"I turned to look for the building with the cobra paintings. It was so high that from the ground you could only see sparks of lights on top. Sounds like a party since it was the only building with music on every floor. Then I realized, it was indeed the highest compared to all the other buildings."
His friend's eyes were showing his unbelievable feelings of what he saw.
"Was there anyone else with you?"
He asked another question.
"No. I was the only one wandering around."
"Weird."
"Yes, weird."
They both agreed. Then the storyteller continued.
"I rubbed the back of my neck because of the strain. I felt closing my eyes and when I opened them again, I was in another city. And it was more weird than the first."
"Tell me more."
His friend took a deep breath before continuing his story.
"I found myself in an intersection where around me were different roads leading to high altars, structures and monuments."
This time, it was his eyes that questioned the friend's story. But he did not say a word.
"At one end of the road, there was a big monument of a coin in golden color."
"Really?"
"Yes! Below it, full of people in glamorous attires worshipping it!"
"What?"
"Well that's nothing compared to the others I saw."
"Like what?"
"Like on the other end of a road I saw an altar with sculptured genitals, human genitals!"
"Whaaat? You mean vagina and penis?"
"Yes! Below the big sculptures in red paint were men and women worshipping them naked!"
Both were speechless for a minute while looking at each other with wide opened eyes of amazement. Then burst into laughter.
The writer behind a distant tree, who made the creaking sound before as he stepped on some dried leaves just shook his head smiling at the two men sharing a laugh. Before his eyes, he was seeing men not boys.
"What else?"
He continued to ask his friend who was telling the story of his dream.
"Then from another road, my attention was called. It was a road filled with different sculptures and monuments of all sorts of things, animals and people."
"Have you seen all of them?"
"No. As some of them were placed inside big structures like altars and each has its own worshippers. I wanted to enter the road to see more of them closely, but as soon as I stepped on a foot, the closest worshippers on both sides wanted to grab me to come with them. That is why I shouted 'No' as I got so scared."
Both of them just kept quiet after the story. They gave their look at the toys they have on their hands.
"I had a dream too."
He told his friends as he put the triangles back on top of the other.
"What was it?"
He took a deep breath and looked at the wooden plane of his friend.
"Your wooden plane lit an idea in my mind. Then I saw the moon."
The writer remembered what he was talking about. The Pen has written about it in Done.
(To read:Tap Done link)
"I saw you there."
It was the writer's mind saying it to himself.
"Tell me your dream."
It was the boy's friend asking him to share his dream. He just smiled.
"In my dream, I became an astronaut."
He started.
(To read: Tap Done 2 link)
"Wake up man! You have more stories to write."
It was Gabrielle.
Like other times, he could only see Gabrielle leaving by the door once he came back from his dreams.
"Thank you!"
He called to him before the door got closed. He went back to his reading of the book about Kings 1 and 2. The pen beside it.
"Manases became king at twelve years old. Hmm."
He sighed.
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Ready for the 2nd Year? Yes! Year Two! 😍
Here's what's coming:
Done 3
"Each building has designs and paintings of different wild animals as they move upward. Then I saw a big sign saying: The Winner and Ruler of the Year is Cobra!"
The Pen Anniversary
It's August 2!
The First Year's Posts
Backpacker's Road Series
The Chessboard
The Writer Series Round 3
And more!
God willing, more🙏
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"Luke! Where are you?"
She was crying helplessly, searching for her teenage boyfriend around the house. The shanty was in a disastrous stage as always. This time more.
Someone had warned her that the policemen had arrested Luke's father and were looking for Luke, as well. She ran as fast as she could to the house she shared with Luke and his father.
"Not you Luke! Not you!"
She fell on her knees as they both trembled and weakened. She looked up as if searching for someone to help her from above. She could not even say a word anymore as she could only cry her anguish.
Finally words came out.
"I could not lose anyone anymore. Please! Please!"
In her mind everything came back. Again.
Her mother committed suicide after she learned that she was abused sexually by her live-in partner. Her stepfather.
Luke, her childhood friend, was there to console her. Blaming himself for not being able to protect her against her stepfather, for he himself, has been a victim of his own father. The drug lord himself who led him to selling and being part of the soul breaking business.
Then she remembered the little Jason. Remembering him in her mind.
(Jason's story: Disgraced - tap the link to the story)
"Jason! Help us!"
She always believed that Jason had become an angel and he is now in heaven.
Then she heard footsteps.
The twins!
(The twins story: Ika of My Heart - tap the link to the story)
Her friends came to pick her up and lead her out of the house to take her home before the authorities, the policemen, came to the house in search of Luke.
Their parents took care of her and adopted her as their own daughter. With the help of their religion teacher and her new family, she slowly recovered from her losses.
Luke was arrested.
(Luke's story: Disgraced 2 - tap the link to the story)
Remembering the past after several years, she gave a sigh as she said to herself a heartfelt hope, while waiting for her turn to tell her story to her group of friends, all waiting to be called for the mass outside a church.
"I know that one day we will see each other again, Luke. I know."
(c) bbayonito20/bethbciar
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