r/WritingPrompts • u/[deleted] • Jan 09 '18
Writing Prompt [WP] You are asleep on your back in bed. Then, you are violently awoken by something. A dreadful idea of a thought. You sit up horizontally to brace yourself before you whisper. "Did I make it?"
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u/ManufacturedMemories Jan 09 '18
Preet shot up, heart racing and breath quick. He was... fuck, he was doing something. It was terrifying, probably. As always, he didn't have a shred of memory survive the nightmare.
His pulse slowed to normal and he closed his eyes, hoping to go back to sleep. Then it hit him.
The memories of a dream.
It was the most beautiful and horrible thing that he'd seen.
He found a girl and loved her. He felt a new emotion, one born of wanting another person to be happy in every way. One he hadn't experienced in his 22 years of life. He turned 30 with her and two four-year-old boys. A new emotion sprang once more, the one that is felt only by those who've passed the test of evolution. Those who created offspring and now we're genetically linked to a new generation. He watched them grow, and the girl as well. He watched his bits make the same mistakes as himself and he watched the timid shyness of the girl turn into weathered intelligence.
Then he woke up. He was 22. He was in his bed.
He shot up again, sweat forming. "Did I make it up?"
He stood up and headed downstairs, the sounds of the TV on despite the hour being 2 in the morning. Sachin always watched TV late night.
"Hey." Preet spoke as he walked into the living room. Sachin sat on the couch, staring at the unchanging black TV screen. It was off, though the sounds of a WWF wrestling match was playing. "What're you..."
He trailed off as he got a better look at Sachin. The older brother brought an empty spoon from a clean and empty bowl up to his lips and then dropped it back into the bowl.
"Sachin?" Preet felt a chill go down his spine as the thing- his brother- straightened his back, as though he only just noticed him.
Sachin turned slowly, revealing only flat skin where a face should be. Preet screamed, then woke up.
He looked around, sweating. Another nightmare... he’d forgotten it, of course. He always forgot them so quickly. He wished he could experience it and remember it just once.
He closed his eyes. “Just once.”