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Guest199 Translating XD So not any time soon, I don't think :P

Lonelytree yup, thought so when i saw the times of your post....here i thought that u posted all that in 1 go. Nice story yeah.(dunno why i dont have permission to edit my posts). Who is the mc in the story though? Just to make sure...

Guest199 Nah, I write only in between translation breaks. I think you're only allowed to edit the latest post, it's just how the forum operates it seems. I actually have no clue who is the MC either, I wrote as the plot came into my mind. So it could be anyone at this point lol.

can't wait for more. I get a sense of Alice from Wonderland emanating from this, but really, the story could go anywhere at this point

The boy was getting increasingly flustered from what sounded like accusations from his wedding guests. He stumbled over his words trying to justify himself but it was obvious that he was not winning over the crowd. Suddenly, the priest on the altar turned stern and announced with finality, "There is no bride because you are a sinner!" The judgment silenced the room. "But Father... I'm not... Please believe... I'm innocent..." The boy pleaded but the priest ignored him and led the room to chant, "Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!" The priest appeared to be consumed by religious fervor. The boy stepped involuntarily backwards from his main aggressor and slipped. He landed squarely on the carpet with a heavy thud and it seemed to awaken the giant. The church groaned as it shifted like it was actually alive. This spooked the girl but her fear was nothing compared to the boy's. He tried to claw his way out and blood-red liquid oozed out of the carpet, staining his suit. As if responding to pain, the carpet flicked the boy into the air like an actual fleshy tongue. The boy screamed for help and the people in the dream started to flicker like images from an old television screen. "Crap, the host is waking up!" The girl cursed under her breath. The stone bricks of the stone walls started to crumble and she immediately blinked out of existence lest she got trapped in his dream. In her hurry, she didn't notice the waif of a figure who stood in solitary up in the church belfry.

Adam woke up with cold sweat breaking on his forehead. He sat up and breathed deep, trying to calm his beating heart. As he calmed, the sounds of the morning sifted into his ears, the chirping of the birds and the sound of the few solitary motorized vehicles. Out of nowhere, he heard a groan coming from his side. It was his roommate, Jason, tossing around in his sleep. He was half-dressed and had kicked away part of his mattress. Adam studied his roommate's aquiline nose, sharp jaw, hair that was tousled from sleep, and bare chest that was rising and falling steadily. A quick blush rose to Adam's face when he realized his roommate's male part was doing its morning salute. Adam dashed into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and freshen himself to face the rest of the day.

The rest of Adam's day was spent in a daze, him being all caught up with what he saw earlier. Night had fallen when he finally tumbled through the door of his room. The first thing he noticed was the absolute silence. This meant that Jason wasn't around to fill the room with video game noises. This was better, Adam concluded in his mind, some alone time would probably do me good. After a shower and dinner, Adam switched on his laptop, and realized he received a reply from the strange website he emailed the night before. Compelled by curiosity, he clicked it open.

"Dear esteemed customer, after visiting your dream last night, my rudimentary diagnosis is that you've been haunted by those in my business call, a Nightmare. Of course, I will need to talk to you for a little more before I can come up with a firmer conclusion. Therefore, I wish that you retire to bed early tonight and I shall meet you in your dream. Do not fret because after we ascertain the source of your Nightmare, I will do my best to help you exterminate it.

P.s We will discuss the issue of payment during the dream meeting as well. I will see you tonight.

XoXo, Eevie's Dream-catcher Practice"

Adam studied the message with skepticism. Then, he lied down on his bed to figure things out. First thing's first, he did kind off spot a little girl that usually wasn't there in his dream yesterday night. However, he was too caught up in his own trauma to be able to tell whether that really happened or it was his brain playing tricks on him. Secondly, the dream did have a premature ending compared to the other ones he had earlier, at least, this time, 'she' didn't make an appearance, and that thing did qualify to be called, a Nightmare, as long as it defined things that could scar one for life. However, the question was: Were these enough for him to base his trust in a mysterious message from a person whom he had never met before? Furthermore, what was this payment the message spoke of, Adam had a feeling it was not referring to conventional monetary payment. Maybe Adam's nerves had been pulled taut for so long that lying on the bed unraveled them or there was some magic in the email, because even without the aid of medication, Adam was slowly succumbing to drowsiness...

When Adam came to next, he was standing in front of a door, yes, a nondescript door that was attached to nothing and seemingly led to nowhere. The space he was in was a wide grey expanse that was somehow lit. There was nothing as far as his eyes could see other than this door before him. He circled around it slowly. The door had a silver doorknob and was somehow standing even though it wasn't installed into anything, not unlike the prop doors used by actors on stage. While he was debating how to proceed, a female voice drifted out from within, "Don't be shy, come on in."

Lonelytree very descriptive writing. I like how non-desciptive the door is.

Kingfisher Lmao. Thanks? XD

Adam pushed the door open cautiously. While he didn't know what to expect but what he saw disappointed him because everything was so... commonplace. The room was cramped and barely furnished. It was windowless and had a single hanging lamp lighting up the place. The only thing of note was the four walls were painted a dull blue, the kind that would make him fall asleep from staring at it for too long if he wasn't already. In the middle of the room was a steel table and a set of chairs. An old woman about seventy of age sat in one of them. She had on a floor-length floral printed dress with flowing sleeves, or more commonly known as the hippie dress. Her sandy-colored hair was frazzled and unkempt like hay that needed a good brushing. She had no accessories or make-up except the wrinkles and lines that decorated her weathered face. The first thing that came into Adam's mind was... charlatan!

"Mrs. Eevie?" Adam ventured cautiously.
"A gentleman always leads with his own name," came the reply in a surprisingly young voice. "I'm Adam..."
"Nice to meet you, Adam. I am indeed Miss Eevie. Please have a seat," The woman said as she gestured at the empty chair opposite her with an gnarled hand. As Adam sat down, she proffered him a warm and friendly smile. Adam felt instantly at ease, Miss Eevie reminded him of his kind grandmother.
"Well, we have lots of things to discuss so let's not waste time," suggested Eevie. "First thing I would like to know is when did you start having these troublesome dreams?"
Adam scratched his chin in contemplation before coming out with an answer, "I believe they started when I moved in with my current roommate, Jason so that would be about two months ago."
"Jason, is it? Tell me about him if you don't mind," Eevie urged.
"Of course, I don't. I didn't know Jason before we moved in together, I met him over the internet when he posted a tenant ad. He was looking for someone to share his rent and I was looking for a place closer to my workplace to live. Initially, there were some rough patches but we got over those quickly. It was probably because he had the best personality of all the people I know. Not only that he's also athletic, kind-hearted, hardworking and many more. He always cheers me up when I'm down and share my happiness when I'm happy. In fact, he is the one most worried about my constant nightmares. He is a wonderful man..." Adam suddenly stopped himself, realizing perhaps he had been rattling on for too long. He turned to look at Miss Eevie, and she gave him a mysterious smile that he had a hard time deciphering.

Kingfisher Lol. The sarcasm is unreal. XD But you've seen through my ploy :P

"Thank you for the glimpse into your life," Eevie offered before continuing, "Now, do you mind telling me about your religious background?"
For some unknown reasons, Adam could feel his guard go up. "Why would you want to know that?"
"Honey, you were swallowed by a church in your dream, do you need a clearer symbolism? Plus, I'm not saying this is the source of your nightmare, it's just that this will go better if I know more about you as a person," Eevie comforted with a smile.
After a pause to weigh her words in his mind, Adam explained, "I was an only child born into a religious family. My parents were simple folks but they instilled the faith of Christ in me since I was a wee child. They were good people who walked the straight path of servitude to God. Every day, I strive to be more like them."
Eevie nodded along. She added when Adam seemed to have finished, "What about the priest in your dream? Who is he?"

Lonelytree Lol. The sarcasm is unreal.

B-b-baka! My confession was taken as a joke! Runs away crying

Dense harem protagonists smh

Kingfisher Lol. Well, i'm the only author here so it stands to reason I'm your fav XD

Adam's eyes glazed over from fond memories. "That would be Father John, the priest from my childhood. He presided over the church from my home town. He was an old-fashioned, stern but fair priest. Perhaps it was my parent's influence but I was always fond of Father John and he looked after me like I am one of his own. He taught me everything I knew about the forms and rules of my faith. He taught me how to be a good and lawful Christian. Other than my parents, he was the biggest influence that shaped me into who I am today..." Adam was silent for a moment as he was pulled back into the present. "However, in my dreams, he seemed to be very disappointed in me. Do you know why that is, Miss Eevie?"

"Life essence? What exactly is that?" Adam asked slightly worried.
"You know how they say the blood is the human essence like how it keeps one's body alive?" Eevie explained slowly, "Don't give me that look, I'm not saying that I'm going to draw your blood but that the concept's almost similar. I might be as ancient as some vampires but I'm not one. Think of it as blood in a spiritual sense. And just like blood, your life essence will regenerate itself over time, so really, you're not losing anything. It's a real bargain for you." Here, Eevie winked.
Adam pulled his hands back instinctively and questioned, "Are there going to be side effects, like... shortening of longevity? Things like that."
"No, no, no. Of course nothing like that." Eevie shook her head and tutted like she was lecturing a petulant child, "In fact, I dare say this is safer than even drawing or donating blood. What harm can an old granny like myself really do? Trust me..." Eevie persuaded with a gentle smile.
With obvious hesitation, Adam slowly pushed his right hand forward.

Adam's heart skipped a beat, worried that the nightmare would come back in full swing but Father John continued gently, "Because child, we all are. As the good book says, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."
Adam turned his face up and Father John offered him an encouraging and understanding smile. He could feel tears pricking his eyes.
"But more than that, child, I wish to apologize to you, because in my occupation to impart upon you all the knowledge regarding our rituals, I have forgotten to teach you the one important message of our faith. It is a universal message that has survived the test of time, it is the message of forgiveness. Ours is a faith built upon the message of forgiveness. Forgive your neighbors but most importantly, forgive yourself as God in Christ forgave you."
Father John patted Adam lightly on his shoulder. "My time has arrived. May your road be straight and righteous, my child."
Father John's hand started to smudge like he was made of watercolor and the painter was washing him out.
Adam nodded and whispered through his tears, "Thank you, Father..." Like before, Adam started to flicker as well, a signal that this dream was ending for him.

Nice

[unknown] Testing

As Adam blinked out of view, Father John dissolved to a little girl that held a pink card that read Lust Level One: Singular Mirage in her fingers. As the card disappeared, Eevie thought, "God, I wish Adam will forgive me for that deceit. Although I guess technically he couldn't be hurt by what he doesn't know."
The shifting of the church and panicked screaming of children brought Eevie back to more pressing matters. She quickly took out another card and this time it was a gold one that read, Greed Level One: Loan. After it disappeared into thin air, a large faint gold seal materialized way above everyone's heads. It was as if the seal was superimposed onto the church's ceiling. Few seconds later, everything returned to normal. The children started playing again and Eevie thought, "Isn't it time for the bride to show herself already?"
Right at that moment, the bell started to chime. Pealing of the bell silenced the children and the atmosphere inside the church reached a critical peak, the tension was palpable.

The church door was blown open by a sudden strong gust of wind. Standing in the half-light was the bride. She struck a slender figure. She had on a tulle veil, a white cinched-in bodice and floor-length train, the very picture of elegance. The all white ensemble made the red in her rose bouquet really pop.
She glided on the red carpet gracefully like she was dancing through air. However, she halted suddenly when she reached the middle part of the church, right under the center of the golden seal. It was as if she could sense something was wrong.
A pair of pink-colored eyes, like sea glass, glared at Eevie from underneath the veil.
"Honey, your groom has left the building. I suggest you surrender now and save both of us some time." was Eevie's reply.
"What have you done?" the bride croaked. Her voice sounded like it came from a broken windpipe, sharp and hollow.
"Sent him back to the real world where he belongs." Eevie responded with a shrug.
Eevie could feel the creature's hatred zeroing in on her but she was unmoved. Au contraire, it was the bride who lost her composure first. The eyes that glared at Eevie was started to get colored by unease. Eevie pointed upwards and explained, "I've used Greed's power to take over the host's dream or this place would have collapsed after he left. Since your power has no effect in my domain, let's wrap this up, I don't have the time to waste on Nightmares such as yourself."
Acknowledging her disadvantage, the bride turned to flee.
"Fine, you want to do this the hard way," Eevie sighed as she pulled out a red car that read Wrath Level One: Bolts from her sleeve. She tossed it at the creature and the card turned into a red arrowhead mid-flight. It shot through what would have been the bride's heart.

The bride collapsed in a shower of rose petals. Instead of spraying blood, it was raining rose petals. It was as if the bride was made out of pure roses and Eevie's attack blew her apart, shredding the wedding dress in the process. It was violently beautiful.
Eevie strode down the aisle and stopped before what remained of the bride. She squatted down and started to sift through the broken tatters. Eventually, she picked out three pink cards that read Essence of Lust on the front. Eevie pocketed them with a smile and departed from Adam's dream. Her job was done.

It's so cute over there, at grand-grandmother's house... it was small, two small bedrooms and one main, there was a little room in the back where there was an old fashioned stone sink for washing the clothes. A small kitchen, one bathroom, and small sitting area where we'd watch Spanish dramas... the two small were towards the back of the house and the main one was right at the front, from the sitting area if you were sitting on the couch... in front of you was the tv, behind you was a small area where... it was kind of like a balcony but without the floor, it was closed off with windows on all sides and you could see the sky if you looked up. If you looked left you'd see the dining area leading to the kitchen, and one door for one of the small bedrooms, the other was next to it but there would be a wall in the way. To the right, there was a small area, portraits on the wall and an end table near a clear glass door, you could see inside the room and if you walked in, the bed was nice and big and across from the door was a balcony. If you stood on the balcony you could see the street underneath and if you looked left while looking down at the street. There was an ice cream shop, to the right was just more houses. In the morning, a man with a cart tied to a bike would peddle down the street, and a basket tied to a rope would be connected to the balcony fence. He'd put one bag of milk and a carton of eggs inside. When my grandmother would see it was full, she'd pull and heave it up to the top of the balcony. Then she'd put the money in the basket and lower it down for him.

Adam sat the bar nursing a glass of water and a bowl of nuts. When he returned to his room earlier, Jason wasn't there. Adam thought he would find him at his favorite watering hole. Obviously, he was mistaken. Adam was slightly disappointed but he took the opportunity to collect his thoughts and to figure out the things he needed to say. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and that familiar voice said, "Hey man, fancy seeing you here."
A smile blossomed on Adam's face but it froze when Adam turned to see the girl Jason's arm was encircling intimately. Jason saw the way Adam looked at his companion so he was quick to make the introduction. "This is here is Eve. I met her here actually that day when I asked you out for a drink. If you can believe it, we kinda hit it off from the first second we met, and we're actually going on a movie date tonight..."
Jason rambled on but too many information was crowding up Adam's mind and his brain didn't have the processing power to compute everything. The eventual sentence that reached into his head was, "Alright man, we'll catch you around. We have that movie to catch."
Jason waved him goodbye and Eve did the same although in a much more shy manner. Adam could only nod in return like he was dazed.

In the morning you'd wake up and you'd walk out of the very back room, to the right of the door to get out was the bathroom, inside was small and cramped, but on the walls were small shadow boxes with miniature furniture inside. I used to look inside and sometimes steal some pieces because they were so cute. The shower was tight and there was a small top rectangle window above the shower. You would put shampoo bottles there and a bar of soap. The sink was tidy and everything was tucked away in the drawers under the sink. When you'd leave at your left was the old laundry room sometimes grandma would be there washing the clothes, if you walked down the small hallway, you'd see the next door of the small bedroom, inside was our uncle, he was old but not at old as grandma, he'd have cool games on his computer that he'd let us play sometimes. His room was cozy, a small bed, and a small desk where the computer was on. He had a dresser, and on most days the room was dark, the heat would bounce off his door, and his room was the nicest to sit in on a hot day. At his door, at your right was the kitchen, it was small, a fridge next to the stove and the sink next to that. There were two full counter spaces, enough for a small grandma to cook meals. The fridge was always full, on the door were the milk pouches, and inside were eggs and small containers of food. If you were standing facing the refrigerator, at your left would be an arch way leading to the dining room. In the dining room was a large rectangle dining table, 6 chairs were around the table and a small lacey table cover laid on it. Normally, you'd sit down and grandmother would come to you and ask what you wanted, Milo (a hot chocolate drink) or water. You'd be crazy not to say Milo, the taste of Milo was like hot chocolate but it was bit stronger, like a true Colombian chocolate bean.

Cilliez Erm... Nice writing and all but, just a question, why are you hijacking my thread? XDDDDD

At the sitting area, sitting on the couch again, at your right is the glass door again, but if you looked just a bit left you'd see a stair case heading downwards. If you walked towards it, it headed down to the basement, it was more of a garage. On hot days, this would also be a good place to be. At times I would dance down here listening to my Ipod, my favorite song to dance to was All I want for Christmas is you, even if it wasn't Christmas. The garage was mostly empty, since grandmother couldn't drive, inside was mostly storage, if you opened the garage door you'd be at the front of the house. Above you would be the balcony, and if you walked a couple steps forward, you'd be at the street. Cars would be parked along the street, but not in front of our house. If you were to turn left, there would be the ice cream shop. If you were to walk towards it, you'd see that the front of it was mostly open, there was no door. You could walk straight in and you'd see round tables around the entrance. At the back of the shop was the counter and where they stored the ice cream flavors. The employees would know you by name, they'd welcome you, and ask you how you are. You'd pick your favorite and pay, they'd give you a discount since you live next door. If you were to walk back outside, with your ice cream and head back towards the street, now behind you is the ice cream shop and at your right is your house, at your left is more houses. If you would have walked left for a couple blocks, you'd reach a small hut like store, inside you could buy the very best hot dogs, Colombians like to put a lot on their hot dogs.

And although we may never get to experience the true feeling of being in Grandma’s house now that she is gone… we can always treasure the memories… she was kind, and funny. And her Milo was especially good. The only sadness in my heart is knowing that Grandma’s house is no longer with us, and some other family is probably enjoying it now, without knowing of it’s magical history. But maybe they’ll enjoy it too, and make their own magical history. Maybe they’ll see what we loved from Grandma’s house. And have good Milo, and use the old man’s milk and eggs delivery cart, and drop the money for him. And wash laundry in the laundry room, and have that one room that’s amazing on a hot day. We can all enjoy Grandma’s house.

Oh... I am sorry. for hijacking. I will remove all.

Cilliez You can just create a thread for yourself and start you story there. It would be too confusing if a couple people started writing different novels in the same thread :)