《Nightmare | Dream ✔️》𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗
Advertisement
"Excuse me," A girls voice rings out from behind me and I spin around, a small smile on my face. Clay and I had been hanging out for hours and were currently walking down the street together talking about everything and anything that comes to our minds.
"Oh hello," I say meeting the girls eyes. She's taller then me by much, maybe a head or so shorter then Clay and that's saying something. She has pretty inky black hair and eyes that are the same shade. She has three girls with her who seem to be looking at me in awe which makes me panic internally because I'm not ready to show my face yet and if they know who I am it will probably be easy to identify who Clay, the boy next to me, is.
"You look like Wilbur Soot," She blurts out sounding kind of confused and I smile a little, wondering how I will pull this off. Clay grabs my hand, rubbing small circles on my knuckles with his thumb.
"I'm sorry," I tilt my head to the side a little and the girls seem confused. "Who is that?" I ask trying to keep myself from laughing because that is my brother.
"Oh, he is a YouTuber," The girls friend explains while the first girl studies my face. I smile innocently and she returns the smile, thankfully falling for my lies which I feel bad about. I need to protect both of our identities though.
"And a Twitch streamer." The other friend adds in and I nod a little waiting for them to continue.
"Oh," I shake my head no. "Still, I'm sorry."
"Well anyways," I look to Clay as the girls keep talking and see that he is giving one of them a look. "You are really pretty." She says and I give her a thankful smile.
Advertisement
"Thank you so much, you are too." I smile happily because she is really pretty. "Bye," I giggle a little and start to walk away back Clay grabs my hand quickly.
"Hey," Clay calls out for the girls and they all turn back towards us. "Hold on." He says and we walk over to them.
"Hello," The tall dark haired girl smiles at him, slightly confused but his attention isn't on her.
"I'm sorry but did you take a picture of my girlfriend?" He asks, a look across his face which is enough to scare anyone. The girl he is staring at looks at the ground, guiltily and I feel my heart drop. "Exactly," He says and I can feel the anger that is radiating off of him. "Do you mind deleting that for me?" Clay asks harshly and the girl pulls her phone out, fumbling around with it before Clay takes it from her hands, asking for her password which she quickly gives to him.
"I'm sorry," The girl squeaks and looks up at him as if a thought hit her, "Are you," She starts to ask but we all know the question so he gives her a quick glare. He takes my hand and leads me away from the girls, not wanting to turn back.
"Did we just meet," The first girl asks in pure shock and I peek over my shoulder to see that they are all in pure shock.
"What just happened?" The other asks in shock and I don't blame her. All I know is that they got a picture with my face in it and I don't want that.
"Thank you," I say and bury my face in his chest once we are far enough for them not to see us. "Thank you so much," I whisper and he plays with my hair, holding me tight to him.
Advertisement
"It's nothing," Clay whispers, continuing to play with my hair and I sigh. "Do you want to go back?" He asks and I nod slightly, gripping his hand as we start to walk off.
When we get back to the flat no one is home which is odd, I was sure George and Will would've been home by now but they may be out getting content or something along those lines.
"I need to help George code our next video," Clay mumbles and goes through a backpack that had been abandoned on the ground earlier this morning. I yawn a little tired and Clay chuckles a little, pulling me over to the sofa with him. I lean on him but he shifts me so I'm laying in his lap so he can code the video.
I watch silently as he types away on his laptop. It makes nearly no sense to me because I haven't gotten as far as he is with Fundy's help. He plays with my hair some and I bury my face into his chest to keep him from seeing my face because I am surely blushing more then I should be.
"You ok?" He asks and I look up at him to see that his bright green eyes are off of his screen and on me. I nod a little and he gives me a smile before going back to what coding while I yawn again, snuggling closer into him feeling warm and safe with him holding me. "Your brother is going to be home soon I think." He points out and I hum not paying much attention. My heart beat speeds up but he rubs my back, wrapping us in one of the throw blankets his attention on both me and his project.
"What are you and," I yawn again, tired from the long day even though I had been asleep for a while last night. "What are you and George working on?" I ask and he clicks a few more buttons as if he were finishing a thought.
"We are working on a video where," He starts to explain and I nod a little as he goes into further description. Eventually my breathing slows and I cuddle into his chest some more before falling asleep.
Advertisement
- In Serial30 Chapters
Eternal Mana
A young man woke up in another world with a reward system. Almost done w another book. Hopefully have time to rewrite and research on Volume 2.
8 81 - In Serial24 Chapters
The Sons of Adam: The Boy Named Nod Book 1
In Chrysalis Falls, the last human city on Earth, a child mercenary named Nod fights to survive with only his imaginary friends at his side, and a cybernetic cult led by Nod's father and brother after his head. Gods, fae, cyborgs, and more - with Chrysalis Falls eternally under siege, there's always work to be done.
8 144 - In Serial40 Chapters
Fire and Water
She transmigrated into the body of a lame, disfigured amnesiac who shares the same name. He comes from a realm where strength reigns supreme. They should never have met, like fire and water, an unlikely combination but oddly complementary.
8 204 - In Serial11 Chapters
Superhumans from the Past
Steve and four superhumans he never met before in his life assemble in the middle of a deserted island. The five superhumans meet in a time of turmoil during the Cold War and dawn of the South American revolution, but they’re propelled to the future where they learn that the past is not set in stone. On top of it, everyone is way out of their comfort zone as they find out they’re no longer on Earth, but on a planet called Arlos. Time travel is a thing many do not believe possible, but if you could go back in time, why would you? To change the past is a paradox which even superheroes seem not to escape from except that this time it’s not a paradox for the five superhumans, known as the Five Ghosts.
8 97 - In Serial9 Chapters
Path of Righteousness
What do you desire? What are you afraid of? You run away from one, pursuing the other. Is that all you are? Conquer your fears. Dig to the bottom and confirm, what you really want... ...For you cannot escape suffering and death. You only have a little time. Use it wisely. Uru, a young boy with no talent for magic or fighting, sets out on a quest to become an avatar of order, the physical embodiment of righteousness, in a distant future, where control of origin energy allows people to defy physics and manipulate causality. Mocked by fate and broken by impossible dreams, all that's left is to stand in defiance to cruel existence. Because there is a Truth out there, somewhere. Singular, transcendent, eternal. What would you sacrifice for it? *** This is a fantastic sci-fi epic. It's going to blend both western and eastern traditional fantasy tropes – like might & magic and cultivation – with rational sci-fi grounded fully in reality, to produce a purely fictional fairy tale. I'd like to deliver something light-hearted and yet wholly serious. An uplifting adventure exploring the unfathomable reaches of humanity, free of indecency, with a healthy dose of humorous banter, legendary beings, and most importantly – lots of exciting, firework-filled mayhem! I've tried reading many web novels, but there's a fundamental problem with them – the eastern ones are annoyingly repetitive, superficial and morally destitute, while western ones are often dark, convoluted and profane. There's only so much one can do to filter out the bad and try to fill in the gaps with their own imagination. It's one thing to eat tasty fast food, but if it's moldy and filled with toxins, then it's not only poisonous, but also disgusting. The appreciation of beauty and higher values is disappearing at an alarming rate. Although there are throngs of talented people out there, none of them are creating what I want to witness – an inspiring battle against impossible odds, ending in absolute victory. A triumph of the spirit so overwhelming, it crushes the spectator into his seat and takes his breath away. I'm looking for a real paragon, so now I'd like to try conceiving one. *** The MC's name comes from Tolkien's Elven dictionary in Silmarillion, 'Uru' meaning 'Fire', and 'Dagnir an Uruloki' meaning 'Slayer of Dragons'. *** Note: I'm neither a native speaker, nor an aficionado of literature – I've never written anything before, and despite proficient English my literary prowess is abysmal. It therefore takes me a painful amount of effort to polish the chapters and bring them up to par. Last year I wrote and posted some on FictionPress, but I stopped since it wasn't going anywhere. The appalling amount of filth and mediocrity being peddled in all the media nowadays – a result of no conspiracy to manipulate the masses, but plain supply and demand – is no longer just the triumph of form over substance, but most worryingly corruption of the latter. Who wants to read about ideals anymore? And yet, masses flock together to gobble up perversion and depravity. That being said, I can't rule out pitiful exposure as the culprit to my failure, so I am now once again trying to increase it here, possibly for the last time. If there are still human beings present, hungry or in need of a detox after eating too much garbage, make yourselves heard, so I can see a reason to continue the story. Otherwise it's pointless – I'm not going to make fodder for the masses, and I'm most certainly not going to throw pearls before swine. I'll simply stop writing altogether.
8 222 - In Serial32 Chapters
STAR WARS: Knights of the Old Republic
Four thousand years before Anakin Skywalker was born, the Jedi thrived as the guardians of peace in the galaxy. The Republic, weakened by a costly war with the Mandalorians, faces now another great threat. A false Sith Empire created by two fallen Jedi, Revan and Malak, has risen from the ashes of that war. Now the Republic is on the brink of defeat to their once great hero, now turned Darth Revan. Hoping to protect the Republic at all costs, the Jedi dispatch an elite strike force to capture the Dark Lord. To the dismay of the Jedi, Revan is betrayed and killed by his apprentice Darth Malak, who proclaims himself the new Dark Lord of the Sith. Now with the entire galaxy at stake, the Jedi and the Republic must go to extreme lengths if they are to survive the seemingly endless forces the new Sith ruler commands. Only by the will of the Force, will they survive... This is a novelization of the popular video game by Bioware. One of my favorite stories within the Star Wars universe, I am putting my own little twists and style on this story in a way I could see potentially fitting into the new canon by Disney. I will be releasing new chapters periodically with the goal of trimming the story down a little bit as well. Enjoy, and of course constructive criticism always welcome, and if you like what you're reading, consider voting for my story.
8 96

