Packing, then Kansas!

KANSAS! WOO!

I'm leaving on Friday, so if you need to get ahold of me, call le cellular. Otherwise, I will most likely have to talk to you on Monday night. :P

I don't know if I'll be awake enough from packing/practice (they recasted older me. Oh, boy) to post tomorrow, so this may have to kind of serve as an I LOVE YOU TTYL! thing. Which I do love you, btw. :)

UGH. FORGET IT. I'LL WRITE TOMORROW.
I'M TIRED!

Ovelay ouyay, ymay ellowfay igpay atinlay eadersray.
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---LAUREN'S BLOG EXCLUSIVE!---

Scripting procrastination. I am so incredibly far behind that yes, you should probably shoot me. But please refrain, because I had this incredible orginal idea for a story, and kind of wrote a page of it. And I love it, strangely enough. Writer's block can do some crazy stuff to the ole' 'magination.


After all, she was the girl that haunted his nightmares, and yet, he would never remember her.

She smiled wickedly at him. “I have no name.”

He raised an eyebrow, and her façade faltered for a moment, though not as much as it did when he spoke the simple words that shattered her whole unlife. “I know you’re a nightmare.”

In the blink of an eye, it was all gone, and he was once again awake.

That look, he thought to himself, that horrified look on her face as the words were even slightly formed in his mind. The way she’d seemed so sure, and then had been almost scared.

He shook it off, and called Jeremy.

“Wha?” Jeremy answered with, obviously still partially sleeping.

“I did it. I told her she was a nightmare.”

Carson could barely make out the explicit swears on the other end of the line, the floor creaking as Jeremy sat up in his bed.

“You didn’t. Not tonight.”

He laughed nervously. “Uh, yeah. Because you said something about telling her that and she wouldn’t come back.”

Jeremy cursed again. “We are screwed.”

He frowned. “I did what you said, she gave me this dear-in-the-headlights-look, and then I woke up.”

Three more swears. “You weren’t supposed to do it tonight, moron! Go outside and tell me what you see.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he said, flicking his gaze over at the neon numbers beside his bed, glowing in what seemed to be mid-air. “Is this necessary?”

“Just look out the frigging window, then!”

Carson stood up and felt his way around the room, towards the shades that he’d pulled closed the night before. The moon had been so bright.

Slowly, and then quickly, as to get it over with, he opened the shades, flinching from the brightness of the-

“There’s nothing out there, Jeremy.” He said flatly. “No monsters, no nightmares, no moon, even.”

“EXACTLY!” Jeremy yelled over the phone, frustrated. “A NEW MOON!”
He sat there, puzzled, as Jeremy fumed for a minute, before explaining, his voice strained.

“A nightmare can be stopped, the freaky vixens that they are, if you tell them, in your horror dream, that they are a nightmare, but if you do so during a new moon, they’re not just in your horror dreams anymore – they’re REAL.”

“You’re kidding.” He said, lacking conviction.

“Oh, no.” Jeremy replied, laughing sarcastically. “No, no, no. And you know what’s better than that? Every single person who knows anything about the nightmares can see them, while everyone else remains completely clueless.” He could hear Jeremy fall back onto his bed. "Screwed, screwed, screwed, screwed, screwed!"