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Returning ATNS this week. As promised, Marissa is writing a journal entry to her counselor, Rayanne.
"I felt sick when I woke up—right in the pit of my stomach,
the kind of sick that only fear causes. There was no
comfort in my dream... just terror. It was so real. I know I
can’t explain it to you, Rayanne, but I’m sure that dreams shouldn’t be like
this. I recall every detail--like a memory.
That dream crossed from the last real memory I have before two years of my life became a blank—my last, precious recall of normalcy before craziness and dreams wiped it all away."
She has such a long way to go...
All comments, opinions, criticisms, greatly appreciated and graciously acknowledged. Thanks for visiting, and have a wonderful week, all. :-)
That dream crossed from the last real memory I have before two years of my life became a blank—my last, precious recall of normalcy before craziness and dreams wiped it all away."
She has such a long way to go...
All comments, opinions, criticisms, greatly appreciated and graciously acknowledged. Thanks for visiting, and have a wonderful week, all. :-)
Ahh! I want more! Great six! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jessica! :-) More coming...
DeleteI love the blunt, clear style she writes in. As a reader, it helps me get inside her head and really understand the strain and confusion she feels. Awesome six, Teresa!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jess. I will take those words to heart... :-)
DeleteTeresa this is so smooth, I think you managed to find a good balance between Marissa, reflecting about these dreams and giving certain hints to drive the story forward, always staying true to her PoV. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide.(For some reason these Queen lyrics popped up in my mind just now..) :D Winderful job, my friend. :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Thanks, Dana. :-D Love the Queen lyrics. Bet that the next edit pass over these lines--I hear Bohemian Rhapsody ;-) A big hug to you, dearie :-)
DeleteSomehow after reading the creepy excerpts, for me her journal entry retains a bit of that feel. Great job! I'm so curious about what really happened to Marissa, and how it's affected her mind. Something like that, real or imagined, has got to seriously change a person. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks, Owly...that is an interesting observation--about the creepiness. I've become numb to it.
ReplyDelete"...how it's affected her mind. Something like that, real or imagined, has got to seriously change a person."
Yay! I hope other readers get that :-) Thanks ;-)
I loved this. As always! Great job, Teresa!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marie! :-)
DeleteWow! Great six! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Good to have you back! :-)
DeleteShe sounds like a seriously confused person.
ReplyDeleteAt this time, I'd say she is. :-)
DeletePoor lady. I can't imagine what it must be like to have no memories other than terror - just horrifying.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elin! I hope readers can grasp the emotion. :-)
DeleteMemory loss. Dreams. hmmm. sounds like all the excitement I need! lol. Great job.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tanya... Yeah... we all need a few, methinks ;-)
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