Post by Kneetroll on Aug 25, 2005 17:47:06 GMT
(Okay guys I figure since I run the joint, I figured that I should contribute a little to the fiction. This is an add-your-own-bit story and since you guys have done so well on the last two I figure I'd start one of my own!)
It was three o'clock in the morning.
Cassie jerked awake with such an urgency that even Thelma, who had been absently flicking through a magazine at the time, jumped and dropped it on the floor.
"What's wrong? Did you have another dream?" said Thelma, sitting on Cassie's bed. But she knew Cassie wasn't listening, or even look in her general direction; Cassie's eyes were fixated on the window that faced the forecourt of the school. "Cassie? What are you looking at? Earth to Mrs. Weirdo." Thelma waved a hand infront of Cassie's face, but received no movement.
"Thelma... there's someone outside." Cassie's voice was shallow and hoarse, and Thelma could see that she was shaking badly. "It's them. Oh God Thelma, it's them!" Cassie jumped out of bed and ran over to the window, staring down at that which disturbed her.
"What are you wittering on about?" said Thelma, still sitting on the bed. "There's nothing out there. Is there?" Thelma stood up, remembering - as though she could forget - that Cassie saw things that sometimes not even ghosts could see. She walked over to the window and followed Cassie's gaze. "Who's that?"
"The Nephelim." said Cassie.
Do continue
It was three o'clock in the morning.
Cassie jerked awake with such an urgency that even Thelma, who had been absently flicking through a magazine at the time, jumped and dropped it on the floor.
"What's wrong? Did you have another dream?" said Thelma, sitting on Cassie's bed. But she knew Cassie wasn't listening, or even look in her general direction; Cassie's eyes were fixated on the window that faced the forecourt of the school. "Cassie? What are you looking at? Earth to Mrs. Weirdo." Thelma waved a hand infront of Cassie's face, but received no movement.
"Thelma... there's someone outside." Cassie's voice was shallow and hoarse, and Thelma could see that she was shaking badly. "It's them. Oh God Thelma, it's them!" Cassie jumped out of bed and ran over to the window, staring down at that which disturbed her.
"What are you wittering on about?" said Thelma, still sitting on the bed. "There's nothing out there. Is there?" Thelma stood up, remembering - as though she could forget - that Cassie saw things that sometimes not even ghosts could see. She walked over to the window and followed Cassie's gaze. "Who's that?"
"The Nephelim." said Cassie.
Do continue
