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SaturnAscends

Introduction

Abigail Robbins treaded through the sand of Haden's beach. Even though she was blind she could sense someone near her. She stopped in her tracks when sounds began to pierce the night air. The strange and uncanny voices around her were like no sounds she had ever heard before. A terrified Gail sprint ambly away from the water, but each step she took brought her closer and closer to the sounds.
Somethings wrong, she thought to herself, something is very wrong. The voices began to close in on her as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a white rosary her mother had given to her as a child.
Suddenly a voice spoke to her in a dry, raspy tone.
"Abigail." was all it said.
She released a horrific shriek that caught the ear of a nearby cat, the cat ducked into its hiding place between two rocks.
What do you want? she asked aloud.
"Abigail." the voice replied.
I must be sleeping, I must be dreaming.
She waved the cross around her and prayed inside her head, God wake me from this nightmare. A passing raven cried and a startled Gail rose to her feet.
"Abigail." the voice echoed.
She ran full speed away from the voice, slipping off her shoes as easy as she slipped the rosary from her pocket.
Let me wake up God, tell me this is all a dream.
"Abigail." the dark voice said, inches from her left ear.
She fell to the ground and wrapped her sweaty hands around her ears, rocking back and forth in the sand.
Wake me please, wake me up. There's gotta be a way you can wake me up.
She cautiously lifted her hands from her ears.
Are they gone? Was it all just a dream?
As she rose to her feet she could feel the heat of the sun rising to her left, she turned toward the sun and headed east.

SaturnAscends · 10-31-06

Chapter One, April 5th, 2014

It's been weeks since I got a good night's sleep, Abigail thought, maybe I should go see doctor Carson. Doctor Rich Carson was her psychologist, a specialist in the field of traumatic stress disorders. He was very adept at naming off her symptoms before she could even speak, often with startling accuracy.
"Let me geuss," he would say, "Shaky, sweaty palms; nightmares; cold sweats?"
"Yeah, you're right," she would reply, "Nightmares, dreams of darkness everywhere."
Dr. Carson didn't believe in using psychotropic medication and neither did Abigail, but when she walked in his office that day and told him that she was hearing voices he remained totally speechless, writing her a prescription for a mild antipsychotic.
"Doctor Carson," she said timidly, "What are you doing?"
"I'm writing you a script for Resperidol," he said, handing her a small sheet of paper, "It should get rid of the voices you're hearing."
Anti-psychotic?
"I'm psychotic?" she asked with a bit of desperation.
"Think of it as abnormal." he replied.
"What am I abnormal to?" she questioned impatiently, "am I so much different than everyone else?"
He didn't say a word at all, he just sat there, bewildered, staring at her hand which was shaking so hard he wondered if she wasn't having a nightmare right then and there.
"Doctor?!" she cried.
"Gail you don't have to yell," he responded, "you need a good night's sleep, why don't you give the medicine a try and when it takes effect you will get some rest."
Sounds good to me.

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SaturnAscends · 11-01-06

-Too depressed to write tonight, I think it would interfere with the story. Be back tomorrow-
-sa

SaturnAscends · 11-02-06

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Harry was an abomination unto God, his brittle arms and ghoulish hands lifted him out of the rocks on the beach. He muttered something to himself as he sprinted toward the coastline, devilish energy pulsating through his bloodless, lifeless body. He screamed curses toward the sky, dust and pieces of bone spewing from his twisted mouth. When he finally came to a stop he noticed a black cat staring at him from under the cover of a couple of rocks.
He bellowed a deep, unidentifiable hiss that sent the cat running for it's life. The cat knew it didn't stand a chance, it knew the true power of the monstrous ghoul that stood before him. Anifel ran and ran her four little paws as far as they would possible run.

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harli · 11-03-06

this story has terrific potential. keep it up!

SaturnAscends · 11-05-06

thanx! i'll have another addition to chapter one tonight.

SaturnAscends · 11-05-06

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Abigail touched the braille on the outside of the cylinder bottle from which she would remove a pill that she would consume. Resperidol. Do not mix with alcohol. Do not operate machinery. She seized a tiny round tablet from the bottle, put it on her tongue and then swallowed it.
An unfamiliar sound rang out "Mroww."
She jumped out of her seat when a furry creature rubbed up against her left leg.
"Mroww," the creature reiterated.
Where the hell did you come from kitty kitty?
"She is my cat." a woman's voice said, from what seemed to be the depths of Abigail's own mind "Her name is Anifel."
Abigail raced into the bathroom and slammed the wooden door shut.
"Don't be afraid of me." the spooky voice suggested, "I am the voice of a woman laid to rest long ago."
How reassuring.

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SaturnAscends · 11-09-06

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One hour has past since Abigail heard the voice of a female ghost.

"What is his name?" Abigail queried the spectre.
"His name is Harry," Brianna responded, "weve lived here in this town since we were children."
The medication was beginning to establish it's effect on Abigail, making her extremely tired. She could not understand how or why she was still listening to this voice in her head.
Maybe I'm not dreaming at all.
"You must help him find peace Abigail." the voice declared in frustration.
"Why me?!" Gail screamed, almost in tears, "Why me?"
"Because Abigail, you are the only one who can hear my voice." she replied.
Enough of this, I'm going to bed.
A fed up Gail stumbled into her bed and fell fast asleep.

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crimsonnyte · 11-09-06

Okay, so I got a little confused by that list bit. Is Brianna the ghost? Because I just need to make sure. Otherwise the story itself, plot and stuff, is interesting so far.

<3 you Mark.

SaturnAscends · 11-09-06

Yes she is the ghost, I'll edit it so thats easier to figure out, thanks for the comment! XOXOXOXO

SaturnAscends · 12-06-06

Sry ive made another chapter but it's impossible to type without my keyboard so look forward to a chapter 2 and 3 soon.

12-10-06

Quote:

Originally Posted by SaturnAscends

Sry ive made another chapter but it's impossible to type without my keyboard so look forward to a chapter 2 and 3 soon.

I understand what you wrote:

Do you understand what you wrote?

Why are you writing this?

Where are you getting your ideas from?

In other words: have you ever read any book or heard anything similar to what you have written?

Is what you have written: merely a rehash of things you have heard or seen in books or movies? Or on the Internet?

or are the ideas and plot, as far as you know... coming only from your inner self?

What reason do you have to write this?

Why are you writing this?

SaturnAscends · **ahem -** 01-02-07

Quote:

Originally Posted by turak

I understand what you wrote:

Do you understand what you wrote?
Yes I understand what I wrote.

Why are you writing this?
I was writing this so that I could get these ideas down and look at them so that I could write a movie script some day and make lots of $$$.
Where are you getting your ideas from?
My past experiences, my imagination.

In other words: have you ever read any book or heard anything similar to what you have written?
Sure I've read books similar to what I have written, but in ways they really don't touch on the things I touch on, what comes to mind is Dean Koontz's Watchers but it really doesn't have much to do with it.

Is what you have written: merely a rehash of things you have heard or seen in books or movies? Or on the Internet?
It is something I have imagined.

or are the ideas and plot, as far as you know... coming only from your inner self?
The Ideas are coming from other books in a sense that I have read enough books to understand what the public wants to read, the ideas themselves are my own, but the style in which I present can be juxtaposed to a few mystery or horror novels I enjoy reading.

What reason do you have to write this?
Because I can.

Why are you writing this?
For a reference to artists.

turkeymm

SaturnAscends · 01-20-07

Im done with this story, it wasn't good enough for me.