Alexis Stella Kip 11/27/17
Déjà Vu Through her windshield she saw the light-skinned man-tall, with dark clothes, not much distinction from the midnight sky. He was walking into the crumbling apartment building off of Maple with his terror of a dog. She couldn’t understand why the man would live in such a place. The brick was cracked and breaking off, the railings so old they wobbled, broken windows on the ground floor. But what was really confusing was the short, dark-skinned man following him. Curious as ever, she began to follow. She watched the light-skinned man greet two others in the apartment lobby, a young boy and a young woman, both in raggedy clothing, obviously poor. The hair pricked on the back of her neck. She slowly turned to see the dark-skinned man, the look on his face somber, becoming cold and distant. He walked toward the light-skinned man, and stopped. The room began to spin, faces blurred into each other, the air turned dark and then three more men came into view. She could see bulges inside their coat pockets. The men unfastened their coats revealing AK47’s. She saw the light-skinned man’s face tighten with horror and fear. They were going to shoot everyone, she just knew it. The light-skinned man she first saw leapt into an office room, slamming the door shut. The men ran after him, opening fire at the door. She could hear screaming around her. She looked around her realizing that the young boy and young woman were no longer there. Instead she was left with a middle aged man and an elderly couple who were motioning for her to get down. She jerked up, flailing at the bed sheet that was tightly around her waist. She was soaked with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her heart was pounding so fast and hard she
thought she would combust. A dream. Just another stupid dream she thought. She looks at her alarm clock on her right bed side table, Friday, October 22, 7 a.m. Breathing easier, she wonders why she keeps having the same horrible dream? She had this awful feeling she was about to find out. The afternoon sun was still bright overhead, but quickly setting. She was on her way to her family’s cabin. She was in serious need of a vacation. She could easily see the rich high grass blowing in the breeze that surrounded the cabin. Blue columbine, the Colorado state flower was in bloom this time of year. Her mother always told her never to travel on a Friday she said it would bring bad luck. But, who really believed in superstitions anymore? Her mother also claimed that the women in the family were all psychic, but who knows? She packed her last travel bag and filled her coffee mug. She was putting on her seat belt when someone began tapping on her window. “Yes?” She asked. “Hey, do you live in the Oakland apartments? I locked myself out. Can you let me in?” The man asked. She had to squint her eyes from the sun in order to fully see him. He shifted his feet, blocking the sun. She froze. She recognized the man from her nightmares. She has watched him potently die a handle of times. Her dream is always cut off when the bystanders yell for her to get down. She never sees what happens after that point. He begins to frown as she continues to stare at him. “Umm,” she begins, then clears her throat. “Yeah. I’ll let you in.”
As they approached the front of the building, she began noticing how rough the front of her building looked. How rough most of the buildings on the street looked. She unlocked the front door for him and he smiled. “Thanks.” He said walking into the building. She walks back to her car, and gets in. She puts on her seat belt again but before she could drive away something caught her eye. She put the car in park, and saw four men in long, bulging coats walked into her building. She gasped with fright and ran toward the building. As she opened the door, she heard someone scream. She jerked up, flailing at the single sheet that was tightly around her wait. Her heart was pounding so fast and hard she thought she would combust. A dream. Just the same stupid dream, only this time something was different. She looked at her alarm clock on her right bed side table, Friday, October 22, 7 a.m. She thought how weird her dream was this time, but ignores it. She rushed out to her car, ready to go her family’s cabin when she heard a tap on her window. She had no reason to look, she knew who exactly was standing there. Her face tightened with utter shock and fear when she saw that same man from her dreams, again. All she could think was what the hell was going on? “Hey, do you live in the Oakland apartments? I locked myself out. Can you let me in?”
Overview: Similar to Double Trouble and Second Chances, this story is meant to be long, however due to time I have only written the first couple of pages of the story. Here is a brief outline of what I want to go with the story. ● I know, you didn’t particularly like the idea of a dream within a dream within a dream. However, with this piece I want to branch out into the more genre field of young adult crime/ fantasy. ● I mention briefly about her mother claiming she was psychic, which is a topic I will later branch out on. ● Of course, crime fiction geared more toward young adults is what I wish to pursue so naturally there will be more about why there was a shoot out or why there will be a shootout. And it is the girl's job to figure it out, because she will be somehow drawn into the light-skinned guys drama. So, that is what I am thinking so far for this this story. My plan is to eventually expand on the psychic elements to the story.
First couple pages of a full length novel