Author has written 13 stories for Lord of the Rings, Legend of Zelda, Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Supernatural.
Once I was walking down the street.
And I passed a man.
He was wearing a long Belstaff trench coat and a blue scarf looped around his thin neck, connected to his sharp face and forest of curly dark hair.
Another man was beside him:
Shorter, in a black jacket with elbow patches, blond respectable hair and a worn, adventure craving face.
In his pocket was the outline of a hidden gun which I could not see.
They passed me quickly, and I think I should have been more concerned with the fact that the four words I caught from their conversation were "Plans to murder her.".
As I continued down the street, I was startled by a strange noise coming from an alley...
A kind of whoosh, mechanical yet organic.
Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw some kind of blue box materializing behind a wall of concealing bricks.
I should have stopped, but I did not.
I ignored the squeaking of the door behind me and the man who emerged from the alley, joined by his rather pretty young companion.
They spoke of the dangers of angels.
I soon left them behind in my steps as I continued through the city.
I turned left,
to a crosswalk, and began to walk across,
that is if some lunatic hadn't almost run me over!
A black, sleek, shiny classic car sped past me, some sort of rock music blaring through the open windows.
A parking lot a few steps away from me is where it stopped.
Two men got out,
both unbelievably tall!
One of them had short hair and the other one was practically Rapunzel in comparison!
(But then who am I to talk? Me with my almost floor length hair that I really should get around to cutting...)
There were wearing plaid.
They too were talking about the dangers of angels.
Perhaps they knew the previous man and woman...
Suddenly, a third man, in a tan overcoat was beside them.
When had he walked up? I had not seen him...
I did not dwell on it, and continued my walk to an undefined place.
As I approached the edge of the city, sidewalks and roads made way for dirt paths.
I forgot about the city and kept going, passing into a dense forest, where trees grew so thick I could no longer walks straight;
I had to duck past and step over branches and roots.
An arrow whizzed past my ear, barely missing me.
My head whipped around to find the archer.
I went running in the direction the arrow had come from and when I reached the edge of the forest, I could see nine figures in the distance.
There was a very tall one, in grey robes with a pointed hat and a staff.
Two men, next:
One who wore the clothes of a weathered traveler, but held the air of a noble lineage.
Another, dressed finely, but seemed to be bending to the desire of something nearby...
Next was a slender, lithe one with long hair brushed past his pointed ears. He was dressed in a simple tunic... perhaps he didn't mind the cold of the air...
Behind him, was a stout, short man with a fiery red beard and an axe in his hand, loyalty and ferocity were in his eyes.
Then there were four shorter ones in the back; they seemed very jovial except the last one.
I could tell he carried something so great, so heavy, and it was weighing on him already.
I turned back in to the forest.
I do not know for how long I walked, with the trees gradually thinning.
Quite jarringly, I discovered I was alone and far away from where I had started.
There were no trees, no dirt.
Only sand and an open dessert all around me.
I was surrounded by scrub-lands and sand wastes.
In the distance... was that a town?
I hurried towards it, and even though I had it in my line of vision, it was somehow hard to find.
When had the sky turned a light shade of purple?
Everything in this town was wrong, or weird, or both.
Hooded figures loomed in the distance, the library I found somewhere seemed fairly menacing and I can't remember why.
Everyone seemed to be listening to the same radio station, to the same man with a voice like the dark purple colour of the sky.
The only normal person I saw was a dark skinned man dressed in a lab coat with a square jaw and really, really nice dark hair.
He seemed to be urgently on his way to the radio station.
A few minutes later, he emerged with another man on his arm.
I cannot remember entirely what this second man looked like, but I do remember that when he absentmindedly brushed some of his hair off his forehead...
No, I must be imagining things.
I could have sworn there was a closed eye, peeking out on the man's forehead... and on his arms, tattoos squirmed and moved with life!
I tried to run away from that dessert town, but it was very hard to leave!
It was like I was going around and around in circles!
The looming, hooded figures advanced on me and in the sky I could see mysterious lights.
They got closer and closer -- I could feel terror rising in my throat like a scream.
Suddenly there was nothing.
My eyes fly open and are met with the glowing screen of my laptop.
It is 3am.
There is a word document open on my computer: a SuperWhoLock fanfiction I was writing.
I sigh tiredly and rub my hands over my eyes, closing the fanfiction to be met with my desktop background -- a map of Middle Earth.
I close that too, leaving me in the dark of my kitchen.
Tiredly, I realize something is playing in the distance -- probably the podcast I fell asleep listening to. I unplug my ear bud from my ear as the voice says smoothly and deeply,
"Goodnight, Night Vale, Goodnight."
I step upstairs, lingering on the first step... I think I'm forgetting something... but I can't remember what. As I get into my bed, there is Silence.