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Dreaming of Flowers Chapter Eight
It was almost two in the afternoon before I finally gave up. I closed my laptop that I’d had to plug in while I used it from draining the battery, and tossed it on the foot of my bed. I had let my dog out hours ago. She had no interest in research, only in frockling in the back yard. I left my room, shutting my wooden door a bit forcefully behind me. The house was cool and quiet, all I could hear was my mom’s cat padding around somewhere. I stood there in the hallway for a moment, staring at a picture of my dad that hung on the wall, along with various other pictures. We had gone on a fishing trip; I was only four and the small perch my mother had photographed me holding had felt like a shark in size to little me. My dad died when I was eight, from a heart attack. I loved him, and I miss him every day I walk down this hallway and see these pictures of him, smiling and frozen in time. That gives me an idea. My legs and mind kick into gear with the fresh thought seared into my min
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She stares at the picture, as though what I’m saying is irrelevant. She backs up and flops down into one of the brown armchairs taking up a corner of the room. Her eyes stare off a little, and she sighs. It’s a good minute before she says anything, and when she does, it’s like she’s talking to herself rather than to me. “Your father and I used to live in a really crappy town down south before we moved here and started over. We were young and broke and couldn’t afford anything better. So we ended up living in kind of a dump around people who gave us nothing but bad memories… especially your father. We moved there to get away from people, to be by ourselves. You know already my parents weren’t very nice, and your father’s died when he was young. I was tired of living under the same roof as them and your dad… well he didn’t care where we went. He always said he just wanted to be by my side. So we settled for less, just to get away. It just caused trouble for us, though. At first, every
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I nod, keep a hold on my one picture of the field, and stand up. Neither me or my mother say anything as I slowly walk to my room. I wanted her to stop me, to tell me she was sorry for saying that and that she would support me in finding out what the hell was happening with me. I wanted to know that even if this didn't work out, I would still have her.But she didn’t. I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it. I close my eyes, slide down the length of it, and bury my face in my hands. I jump a little when I feel my dog’s nose brushing my forearm. I glance up, my throat on fire and my eyes already brimming over with tears.I grab her face in my hands, staring into her aging yellow eyes. She had gray hair all over her face, her lips and ears drooped more every day, and lately she had developed a limp. The vet had just said it was her joints, and apart from a special diet and exercise routine, there was nothing we could do to help her. She was just gett
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“How much for a night?”“A hundred even.”“Okay, I’ll take it.” I drove all day, filling up my tank once and now I was staying the night in a hotel. This would probably be the only time I would be able to do this, because I needed to save my money. But I was tired and still upset over having to abandon my mother, and I wanted to make a plan. The dusty looking old man at the desk gave me a room key and then shuffled off to do whatever it was dusty old men who ran weird run down hotels did.I went back out to my little white car and grabbed my bag out of the passenger seat. I shove my laptop that had been resting in my passenger seat in before locking and slamming the car door shut behind me. I sighed at the empty feeling in my belly. I should’ve grabbed some food before I stopped for the night, because my stomach was growling. I was really trying to save money though, and I had already spent a good chunk of change on this room and gas today. I had no idea how long I would have to look
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Just like all the other times I’ve woken up in one of my dreams before, I suddenly find myself lying on the ground of a strange enviroment, inhaling oxygen into my lungs frantically and searching around desperately for clues as to where I was. I was even more desperate this time because of what I needed to accomplish in my short time here.I stand up, brushing… wood chips off my butt. Why was my ass covered in wood chips? I really looked around, taking in where I was. A barn. I think. I haven't actually been insisde one, but it certainly looked like what I thought one would look like. A big, empty barn. There were no animals or equipment just a few big empty stalls with long forgotten hay. All the windows and doors were closed, at least I assumed because it was extremely dark in here. Only a few beams of moonlight streamed through the gaps in the wooden walls. I looked towards the center of the room where I could see the outline of a… giant cage? Probably twelve feet high and tw
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Fuck. I try not to cuss too often, only when I feel strongly about something. But that was the first word that popped into my head when I jumped awake in the dark, cold hotel room after my very bad dream. Except it wasn’t just a bad dream. I had always had a worry in the back of my mind I was going crazy, and none of this was really real. My mom’s reaction made me think I wasn’t, but come on? Visiting a handsome hunk in some fairy tale dream land? That’s not real.But now, I was sure what I was seeing was really happening. The fear in my chest was real, I was so sure of it.Not to mention, about three seconds after I opened my eyes, my arm where the woman had grabbed me was on fire. Not literally, but it felt like it. “What’s happening...” I mumble in panic as I throw the blankets off me in a hurried frenzy and struggle to click on the bedside lamp. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing so hard I could taste it in my throat. Tears threaten to spill over my eyes when I
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I hadn’t passed a house or a gas station in a while. I was just driving thirty miles an hour down a dirt road going nowhere. There were fields around me with cows and goats surrounded by fences, but any human life must have been tucked beyond the hills that hide the horizon from me. All I could see was trees and fields and cows. My arm starts burning all of a sudden, and I sigh and brake the car. I put it in reverse, and slowly backed up on the road. The throbbing subsides, and I groan dramatically and throw my head back. I guess it would be a little silly to assume I would be able to drive right up to this mysterious magical entrance to my dream world. I shake my head as I maneuver my car off to the side of the road. I had no idea how long I would be gone for. There was a good chance my car wouldn’t be here when I got back. While there were no people around now, these fields of cows obviously belonged to someone and eventually they’d notice an abandoned vehicle. I sit in my seat
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I was woken up almost twelve hours later by sunlight burning through my eyelids and stirring me back into reality. I groaned, blinking and sitting up. I had fallen asleep after my snack leaning against the tree, my head leaned back against it and my legs stretched out in front of me. My neck was pretty stiff, my mouth tasted weird and was very dry, and to top it all off, my butt was soaked from the morning dew on the ground. I stood up, stretching my arms above my head and sighing in satisfaction at the sound of my joints popping and cracking. I brush leaves and sticks off my backside, and bend down to pick up the empty water bottle off the ground. I crumple it up, throw it in my bag, and pull a full one out. I use it to rinse out my mouth a little, sighing as I think about my lovely electric toothbrush in my bathroom at home.This place had better be worth it. After peeing by the tree, making sure I had everything back in my bag, and tying my knotty hair into a bun on top of my he
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The days after Erik and I’s wedding were mostly filled with us glued to one another, touching, kissing, talking and laughing. I couldn’t keep my hands off him now that I’d had a taste, and he was no different. I wasn’t even embarrassed to say, we had learned every inch of each other’s bodies in the five days we spent locked up together. I’m not even sure we came up for air sometimes.I would’ve stayed locked up in that cabin with him forever, because I knew as soon as we stepped out, it would be back to work. He’d get super busy, especially since he’d been gone for a minute now, and I would get wrapped up with my dragons, trying to uncloak myself, and getting used to this new life I was about to start living.We may not get another minute alone like this for a while.Eventually though, our five days were up, and we left the little house Erik had built for us, and made our way back to the main estate. Erik was already ticking off the things he needed to do, and I was walking beside
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Despite my inexpierence, something about the nervous way Erik is looking at me makes me feel more bold than I ever thought I could be. I sit up on the edge of the bed and grab the back of his hair, gently pulling him down so I can whisper in his ear, “are you going to make love to me now?” I ask him softly. He grunts, and I feel his hands moving to push my mouth against his own, my words forcing him into action. I feel him moving to pick me up by the ass and move me to the center of the bed so he could hover over me. “I can't believe you are my wife.” He mutters, running a finger along the metal plates on my breast. His finger moves up the hem of the see through part of my dress above my boobs, and I gasp when I feel him dig through the material and start tearing it down the middle. “What are-” His hand over my mouth forced me to stop talking. “I want to see all of you, my flower. I want to lick you, everywhere.” I shudder into his arms, white hot pleasure shooting all the way dow
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I smiled against Erik's mouth at the yells of congratulations from the watching Alva at the top of the path. I pull away, resting my forehead against his and back up a little. I stared into his sea foam green eyes, thinking about how crazy this was that I did this, but also feeling... happy. As I've said, I hadn't any luck with men in the other world, so I wasn't sure I was ever even going to get married. To be standing here now, a crazy handsome man in front of me looking down like he was the lucky one? I couldn't help the excited skip in my heart.“What now?” I whisper, searching his eyes. I laugh and squeal when he suddenly picks up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I can hear cheering and whooping, encouragment from all the watching Alva. At least no one was booing us, demanding to know why'd he'd marired some wanna be Mann from another world.“Now I get to show you what I’ve been building for you this week.” He flips me around once we start walking throu
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This is what these people qualify as a wedding dress? Thirty minutes later, and I still felt naked. The dress was mostly see through mesh, with swirls of plated gold on the boobs and crotch. Also the only thing preventing me from flashing the whole world. From the back, you could see everything. “There is nothing here.” I cry, looking desperately at Chepi. “I’m naked. Like legit.” My hair is wavy and soft, my makeup is light and natural, and the dress is non existent. “It’s a traditional Alva wedding dress.” “And everyone wears these?” I shriek. The other servants are cleaning up the mess from getting ready quickly, avoiding looking at me as I bitch about my dress. “Well, no. But you are quite beautiful. And it looks just as it should on you.” I sigh, shaking my head. “ I need underwear. Do I have white ones?” She nods, her eyes lighting up. I take the white stringy underwear she hands me a moment later. That's a bit better, I guess. Although I must admit, when I thought about
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“You are already attached.” Erik says as he stands in front of me a few minutes later. He’s placed Binny in the nest he made with pillows and blankets already, and is taking Bacus from my arms to do the same. “Go get comfy.” I nodded and pulled my pants off so I was just in a shirt and underwear. “You tired?” I ask Beatrix. She chirps, and yawns. “Of course you are. I’m proud of you for finding me.” I whisper, petting her cheek with one finger. She chirps again, and blinks heavily, leaning into me. I did not think dragons would be so affectionate. How could anyone make this thing into a slave? Erik was right, I was already getting attatched. Thinking of someone hurting them made rage bubble in my stomach.I climbed into the nest, waiting for Beatrix to hop off my shoulder and curl up with her siblings. I honestly had no idea if she was even a she, or if the other two were boys. I was just guessing. But she had pretty, almond shaped eyes with thick, short lashes that looked so feminin
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“Shit!” I sit up quickly, gasping and frantic as I try to figure out where I am.“My lady!”There were hands all over me, grabbing my face, touching me.“Back up!” I yell without really thinking, and everyone listens. I looked around frantically, trying to find out where I was. Was that real? Was Bacudal really dead? Where were his dragon babies? Had I saved them? My heart was pounding in my chest, and the back of my head hurt from where the man had grabbed a chunk of my hair. I reach back and can feel the tangles and knots. It was real. All that really did just happen.I was on the ground in the middle of the area in front of the common house. I was dresse
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Despite being totally underqualified, I did as Bacudal instructed, and backed myself into the darkest corner I could find, stretching my ears out to listen. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I was convinced it was going to burst through my ribcage.The minutes ticked by, and finally, I heard a crash. It sounded like the front door being kicked open. I could feel a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the cold temperature. I swallowed thickly, trying to push my fear down as far as I could. I can do this. I can do this.A childish snicker from Bacudal followed by another slam, a crash. Footsteps coming up the stairs.“STOP!” Bacudal is screaming. Even though he knew the Gud was coming for his babies, I cou
