Memories
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“Oh, keep going, that's the spot baby.” Gary started talking whilst unconcious.
Greg jumped back rather alarmed. He didn't even want to know what kind of fantasy a ghoul would be having now.
Meanwhile, inside Gary's mind.
“Oh my, oh my, such a voluptuous morsel of womanhood you are.” Gary's well fleshed human fingers ran through her hair. “The starlight brings out the glimmer in your eyes.”
Everything about her was delicate, even her laugh. She came off as rather fragile, but nevertheless quite alluring. Her pale skin was accentuated with deep natural red hair. Freckles danced over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose drawing Gary's gaze into deep green eyes.
“You always tease me.” She laughed, a laugh that could melt a child's soul.
She was so innocent, and she was all Gary could ever ask for. “I may tease you, but this coming question is truly backed by my full integrity. Would you marry me?”
Her eyes glistened, pale lips curled into a nervous smile. Despite all the time she has spent with Gary, she was still shy. “Of course, of course I will.”
Gary slipped a ring onto her finger. The ring had heritage and history, having once belonged to his now deceased mother. Who knew where it had been before, it was obviously quite old, and quite archaic.
“Tomorrow, I'll go to work, and put in for vacation. We'll have plenty of time to prepare.” Gary spoke to her, as he gently caressed her cheek with a single finger.
Suddenly, a torrential vortex broke into the horizon as the world seemed to shatter into millions of pieces. “Gary! You have to wake up! Wake up!”
As his fantasy dissipated, the miserable world of reality came crashing back.
Gary moaned, rubbing his eyes as dim light broke through. A slight moan, and Gary began to shift about, soon climbing into a seated position.
“Can you recover any faster? We have to get a move on before that mad priest comes back.” Greg shouted orders as he began dragging Gary to his feet.
Gary finally snapped back to reality, yet with a more morbid appearance and in a rather depressed mood. “Right.”
“So what were you dreaming about?” Greg interrogated Gary as they began walking, both vehicles seemingly disabled from the previous scuffle.
“Nothing in particular. Well, nothing with any meaning.” Gary still wasn't his usual self, and seemed to be rubbing an extremely old ring attached to the chain of his dog tags.
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It seemed like Gary was out cold. Greg shook him and he exhaled. Good, so he was still breathing. Greg began patting down his body, attempting to find any moisture that could indicate bleeding.
“Oh, keep going, that's the spot baby.” Gary started talking whilst unconcious.
Greg jumped back rather alarmed. He didn't even want to know what kind of fantasy a ghoul would be having now.
Meanwhile, inside Gary's mind.
“Oh my, oh my, such a voluptuous morsel of womanhood you are.” Gary's well fleshed human fingers ran through her hair. “The starlight brings out the glimmer in your eyes.”
Everything about her was delicate, even her laugh. She came off as rather fragile, but nevertheless quite alluring. Her pale skin was accentuated with deep natural red hair. Freckles danced over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose drawing Gary's gaze into deep green eyes.
“You always tease me.” She laughed, a laugh that could melt a child's soul.
She was so innocent, and she was all Gary could ever ask for. “I may tease you, but this coming question is truly backed by my full integrity. Would you marry me?”
Her eyes glistened, pale lips curled into a nervous smile. Despite all the time she has spent with Gary, she was still shy. “Of course, of course I will.”
Gary slipped a ring onto her finger. The ring had heritage and history, having once belonged to his now deceased mother. Who knew where it had been before, it was obviously quite old, and quite archaic.
“Tomorrow, I'll go to work, and put in for vacation. We'll have plenty of time to prepare.” Gary spoke to her, as he gently caressed her cheek with a single finger.
Suddenly, a torrential vortex broke into the horizon as the world seemed to shatter into millions of pieces. “Gary! You have to wake up! Wake up!”
As his fantasy dissipated, the miserable world of reality came crashing back.
Gary moaned, rubbing his eyes as dim light broke through. A slight moan, and Gary began to shift about, soon climbing into a seated position.
“Can you recover any faster? We have to get a move on before that mad priest comes back.” Greg shouted orders as he began dragging Gary to his feet.
Gary finally snapped back to reality, yet with a more morbid appearance and in a rather depressed mood. “Right.”
“So what were you dreaming about?” Greg interrogated Gary as they began walking, both vehicles seemingly disabled from the previous scuffle.
“Nothing in particular. Well, nothing with any meaning.” Gary still wasn't his usual self, and seemed to be rubbing an extremely old ring attached to the chain of his dog tags.
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