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    Posted: November/24/2003 at 9:42pm
I would really like some feed back, this is part of a short story I am working on, thanks       

 Tara leaned back in her large swivel chair, pushing her slim body away from her desk. She strolled toward the kitchen, giving one last glance at her computer and more precisely the empty screen. A glass of wine would sooth her nerves and then she could get back to the work at hand. She took out a long stemmed wine glass and filled it up, watching the pink bubbling liquid, sparkle in her glass. She felt the bubbles tickle her nose as she sipped the cool drink. She wandered toward the sliding glass doors and stood staring out at the blue ocean waves, beating against the sandy shores. This was her favorite spot, standing in the evening light of a setting sun, listening to the relaxing ocean sounds and smelling the refreshing scent of salt air. Yes, if this didn’t get her creative blood flowing, nothing would.

 She didn’t understand it, why was it so hard for her to concentrate lately. She had never missed a deadline in her life and she was well past that point now. A deep frown came across her brow and she ran her hands through her long brown hair, chastising herself once again for her dilemma. What was wrong with her, she looked around at her luxurious surroundings. She certainly had not became a very successful career woman, by giving up, but it seemed to get harder and harder every day. She stepped through the doors, and stood on the deck. She immediately felt the cool breeze against her warm cheeks. She closed her eyes and took in the comforting sounds and smells that came rushing at her senses. Suddenly the images came flooding in; she was five years old again, standing on her grandmother’s front porch. She saw the beautiful flower garden that seemed to stretch on forever. She felt the familiar anticipation, heard the whippoorwill call in the distance and she saw the car pulling away, getting smaller and smaller. Then she was running up the long road, faster and faster, she heard the voices calling her back, but her desperation carried her on. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and shook her head, almost to shake the offending images from her mind.

 Damn, now she had a headache, she could feel the pain throbbing in her temples. Why did she keep having this same dream over and over, what did it mean? Now she could even see the images in the day and they still brought the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach. “Dreams come for a reason girl, don’t you go ignoring what you should be listening to”. She could her the voice of her dear grandmother and saw the knowledge in her eyes. “Oh, Grandma, what does this one mean”? She said out loud and then laughed at herself, for speaking to someone that had been dead for fifteen years, like they were in the next room. She stepped back inside and headed for the medicine cabinet, time for some aspirin and a swift kick in the pants. “Come on Tara”, she said to herself, “get a grip, it’s only a dream”. She felt a cold shiver go up her spine and somewhere deep inside her soul she knew that it was so much more.                                                                                                                 
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