MagiStream

Dreams POV

My hands shook as I took him in, he was a mess, blood soaked, and covered in mud. If I had to guess, I'd even say he wore nothing beneath all his filth. Though I could see none of any of his private parts much to my relief, as thick as all the muck was. He was panting heavily, leaning against my doorframe, gripping onto it so tight, I was afraid it was the only thing keeping him upright. I wanted to get him inside, clean him up, give him some clothes. But my jaw was locked. I couldn't speak,
"Please," his voice trembled, almost as if he were afraid, but of what, I hadn't a clue, "please." He repeated, before finally his eyes slid shut, and he fell to the ground.
I was frozen a moment longer, before dropping beside him. My hand lingering beside his neck, before I pressed my fingers to where his pulse should be, though I hardly felt it beneath the dry mud, it was there. Faint. But there.

I wrung my hands nervously, what would Far say when he got home? Would he let the man stay? At least until he got better and could explain what had happened to him? I looked at him, lying on my couch. It had taken me half an hour almost to drag the man from my front doorstep to the couch, regardless of there being only maybe four meters separating them. I hadn't gathered the courage yet to clean the man, even just his face. I was too scared of him, scared that I'd recognize him. Not that his voice had sounded at all familiar, but his face might be. And I didn't want any of my friends turning up at my doorstep looking like he did. Far wouldn't be home for another hour though, and I hated just sitting on the lounge chair watching the unconscious man, as he lay on the sofa. The dried mud covering his body, starting to rub off onto my couch.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and walked out of the room with the intentions to get a wet face washer, but I made it two steps towards the bathroom when I heard a key in the front door lock. Far's home, finally. my eyes widened, and I rushed past the lounge and to the front door, opening it before my husband could finish unlocking it,
"Far! You're home early." Was the first thing I said to him, "good, I need you in the lounge, now." I demanded of him, pushing him in that direction, giving him barely time for a hello to pass through his lips.

"Who is he?" Far asked me, once the initial shock of finding a strange man, in the nude, lying unconscious on his wife's couch, had passed.
"I don't know, he just turned up at the door, with a bit more mud on him than he has now, and all he said was 'please' and then he just collapsed," I said, unable to look away from the man, "I was about to clean up his face, t-to see if I knew him, but then you started trying to get in." I shook my head, and leaned against my husband, his arms instinctively snaking around me, holding me in a protective embrace,
"He didn't say anything else?"
"No" I mumbled, starting to pull away from him, "I'm going to get that face washer, clean him up a bit, then you can get to," I waved my hand around his groin area, "there, and dress him and such, cause I sure am not doing that." I shuddered at even the thought of it, but as I went to walk to the bathroom, Far grabbed my hand,
"You do his face, I'll do everywhere else, in another room." I nodded, understanding. I'd cheated on him once or twice early in our relationship, so I knew what he was worried about. I wasn't going to ask him to trust me one hundred percent that I wouldn't do it again because truthfully, I didn't know that I wouldn't.

I had the moist washer raised over the mans face, so close I could see more clearly where the mud wasn't, where it had seemingly rubbed off where he'd wiped it away with his hands. I washed away some of the mud on his forehead, revealing surprisingly smooth, tanned skin. I wiped away the rest of the muck, and was surprised to see that my unknown man, was, in fact, an unknown boy. I was relieved to see I didn't know the boy, but was equally as concerned about how he ended up like he did.

He shifted, groaning a bit, as his eyes slowly, slowly opened. I was still hovering over his face when he blinked up at me, I bit my lip, lowering the washer away from him, and backing away. Far uncrossed his arms and stood half in front of me, protectively, whilst glaring at the boy as he sat up with a confused expression.
"W-where am I?" His voice still sounded frightened, but this time, it was a nervous kind of frightened, rather than a 'quick! Get out of the way!' Kind of fear. I opened my mouth to answer, from behind Far, but he cut me off,
"You are in my house, where my wife was so kind to let you into." He didn't sound happy that I'd brought him in, and I hoped he wouldn't start telling me off about that later. The man loved me, I was sure of it, and I loved him. But man! He had a voice, and he knew how to use it to hurt.

The boy rubbed a hand over his now clean face. If I had to guess I'd say he was about thirteen years old, though he was so terribly tall.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave if you want me to." I glared at Far's back and pushed him out of my way, so I could see the boy,
"You don't have to leave." I told him,
"I don't?" His eyes widened, and I could see his lips twitching, trying to hold back a smile,
"Nope, you're free to stay a while." Far grumbled under his breath behind me, and I felt his hand wrap around my arm, pulling me out of the room.
Far crossed his arms in front of him, and looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
"He's free to stay you say? And what has inspired this act of charity?" He asked me as if it were the most preposterous thing in the world to want to help this boy.
"He's only a young boy Far, what did you want me to do? Just leave him on the doorstep?"
"I would've rathered it, yes." My mouth dropped open,
"You'd rather I'd just leave a boy, probably not even fifteen, naked, covered in mud, and asking for help, on my front doorstep? Like some cold hearted b*tch?" My voice filled with disgust, and my face showed it, "you think I'd be so cruel?" I shook my head, and stormed off. Right back into the room where the boy was, now sitting up on the couch. Covering his still hidden private parts, with his hands.

"What's your name sweety?" I bent down to his eye level, and tried to banish my anger, though I think he realized that it wasn't directed at him. Especially when Far walked in and I glared at him so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised had he of burst into flames. The boy thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing,
"I-I don't know, w-why can't I remember?" His brows knitted together, as he lowered his head to rest in his hands, I placed my hand on his knee, and shushed him, as tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes,
"I can't remember, who am I?" He whimpered.
"Can you remember anything at all? How you got here?" I asked, seeing from the corner of my eye, Far shaking his head angrily, before heading towards our bedroom.

The boy shook his head,
"I can't remem.. I remember running!" He said suddenly, looking up at me, "I remember running, and falling down, I was falling, so fast, so long, I was falling." He started to shake, and I started to gather that he must have been through something traumatic, for him to have lost his memory, and to have this be all he could remember. I grabbed his hands, and held them together in mine, they were clean of the muck, him having wiped them with the washer sitting beside him on my couch. Im going to have to either spend hours cleaning the stupid couch, or buy a new one. I thought, glaring at the dried mud that stuck to the fabric,
"Then I remember hitting something, and then you, and then nothing, I don't remember anything else." He shook his head, "why don't I remember anything else?" He wailed, starting to try and pull away from me,
"Hey, hey!" I released his hands and gripped his upper arms, causing his thrashing to cease immediately, "calm down okay, I'm going to call somebody alright? A policeman, and a doctor, okay?" He just stared at me, before nodding slowly,
"Okay." He whispered, and I nodded, releasing him so I could find the phone.

It took me a whole twenty minutes before I found that stupid phone, it had been stuck in the sides of the lounge chair, probably from when I'd been talking to Cassie, that girl just does not shut up.
"Hello, I'd like to have an officer and a medical... Guy sent over to my house please."
"..."
"No, this isn't an emergency, but I have a boy who I've never set eyes on before in my life, sitting here in my lounge room, with no recollection of who he is or why he's here."
"..."
"I'm a thirty-five year old woman do you really think I'd be so immature to make prank calls to the emergency call center?"
"..."
"Thank you, my address is 32 Bronson Street, Crilic."
"..."
"Alright thank you, thank you very much, bye." I hung up without waiting for the man to reply,
"Rude bast*rd," I muttered, "accusing me of prank calling him, who does he think he is?" I complained, only half aware of the boys eyes following my every move as I paced the lounge room floor, waiting for the officer and doctor to arrive.

"What's your name?" The boy questioned me, I guess it was fair, I had asked for his name,
"Dream." I answered honestly, I'd always hated my name, my mother would have made a wonderful hippy, giving me a name like that, I guess my sisters was worse though, being called Dolphin.
"Really? Your name is Dream?" I waited for him to scoff, or laugh or something, but the way he said it, he couldn't be in awe. Could he?
"Yeah, my name's Dream." I said it again, so sure he would say something down-grading about it. But he didn't.
"I hope my names as cool as that." I stopped walking and looked at him, one eyebrow raised,
"No, no you do not," I corrected him, "not if you want to be ridiculed for it your whole life." He frowned at me, seemingly not understanding,
"What's ridiculed?" He asked me, and I looked at him strangely, did this boy not go to school? I thought.
"Ridiculed is, when, um, well." I rolled my thoughts over a moment, thinking of a good way of explaining it, "If you're being ridiculed for something, then, it means you're being teased, being made fun of." I said, nodding as I did.
"But why would anyone make fun of your name?" He seemed genuinely confused, and maybe even sad, though I didn't know why,
"Well, why wouldn't they? My names Dream. It's not exactly the most normal name, I would've been better off as Sue, or Mahlee, even Kimmy would be better than Dream!"
"I don't think so." He replied quietly, just as the doorbell rang.

"Yes sir, right this way." I nodded to the officer, and led him the four meters to where the boy sat on my couch, I'd at least given him a towel to wrap around him before I'd answered the door. So the sight that met the officer was, an extremely tall child, covered in mud, and wearing naught but a fluffy pink towel.
"Hello son, I'm Officer Han, what's your name?" The man asked the boy, in a gruff voice, that sounded a slightly higher pitch than when he'd been talking to me. His attempt at sounding soothing I suppose.
"I don't know, I can't remember, I already told Dream everything I know." He shrugged, and wrapped his arms around himself, I realized suddenly that he was probably cold,
"Would you like me to get you something to warm you up? A hot drink maybe?" I asked him, just before Far came back into the room,
"You'll be doing nothing of the sort Dream, I want that kid out of my house." I pursed my lips and turned to face my husband, the officer in the corner of my eye, looking worriedly between the two of us,
"And why is that Far? Why don't you want me to help him?" I asked him as sweetly as I could,
"Because he is a stranger, who happened to just appear on our doorstep with apparently no memory,and I don't trust you with him."
My jaw dropped at his reference to my earlier betrayals, it had been years since then,
"I have not cheated on you once since Carl, you know I haven't."
"No, Dream, I don't know that you haven't, how long had you been fooling around with Carl for without my knowledge hmm?"
"He's a young boy Far, you can't accuse me of that, I would never!" I had to move the conversation away from where it was headed, especially with the boys young ears in the room and the police officer sitting not even a meter away.
"And how do I know that? How can I know for sure you wouldn't sink that low?"
"Because I have morals, they might not have been very good back then, but, even so, I would never... Not with a young boy, I wouldn't do that. I just wouldn't." I continued to protest the idea that I would even think about sleeping with the boy, it was just morally wrong. I mean, so is sleeping with 'other men' but, come on, that's on a whole new playing field.

It took Far's voice rising a few notches and for him to grip my arms so tight I was sure it would bruise, for the officer to step between us. Seemingly having finally decided to intervene in the argument before it became violent. Far stormed out the front door, slamming it so hard the windows rattled.
"You two having problems ma'am?" Han asked as nicely as he could, but I wished he'd just leave it,
"It was years ago, I can understand why he wouldn't trust me all one hundred percent, what I can't understand is how he could accuse me of something so horrendous." I began pacing again, clenching and unclenching my fists, wishing I could just, hit something. Like a face, like his face.
"I'm sure he's only had a bad day ma'am, I'm sure he wouldn't believe you'd really do something like that." He tried to assure me. Like he truly understood. Nobody understood, I loved the man, me being with Carl had only been the outcome of an argument, but then it'd quickly spiraled out of control. But ever since then, I couldn't get near Far in bed, nowhere near. And yes, I'd had to cheat on him again, I'd had... Urges, that he just wasn't satisfying. But I'd been more careful with it that time, I'd covered my tracks better, ensured the guy knew, that attachments other than bed buddies were a no go.

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I have never written anything like this before, this is a bit more grown up than my usual writing. I'm really hoping you guys like this,
Critique would be absolutely wonderful!

I want your opinion on Dream too, I wanted to try and make a more 'realistic' character, cause I have a habit of making all my main charries Mary Sues, where they'll be prefect, and the only imperfections maybe a cr*ppy past, or a short temper, or a bad cook or something. But this time, I'm going to make my characters more realistic. I hope you guys like it!

(Oh and, please don't post your own stuff here, if you're going to post, then it's to only be, saying if you like it or not, critiquing it, or just commenting on it.)

That's a rather nice story. It's mature, that's for sure, LOL. Dealing with affairs and all that. I'm excited to see more. But there are a few errors I noticed. I'll point them out kindly.

One, you use apostrophes too much. Here is an example of what looks better.

He shifted, groaning a bit, as his eyes slowly, slowly opened. I was still hovering over his face when he blinked up at me, I but my lip, lowering the washer away from him, and backing away. Far uncrossed his arms and stood half in front of me, protectively. Whilst glaring at the boy as he sat up with a confused expression.

I think it looks like a run-on sentence with too many apostrophes.

Two, a period needs to be put behind each character's speech. For example.

"Far! You're home early." was the first thing I said to him, "Good, I need you in the lounge, now." I demanded of him.

Because what your character says is a different line altogether.

And three, well, I don't know how to explain it, but here is how it should look.

"And why is that Far? Why don't you want me to help him?" I asked him as sweetly as I could.
"Because he is a stranger. Who happened to just appear on our doorstep with apparently no memory,and I don't trust you with him."
My jaw dropped at his reference to my earlier betrayals, it had been years since then. "I have not cheated on you once since Carl, you know I haven't."
"No, Dream, I don't know that you haven't. How long had you been fooling around with Carl for without my knowledge, hmm?"

It's a simple mistake that I used to make.

Anyways, those are all the mistakes I saw. Minus a few typos. I may be wrong on the corrections, but I doubt it. But I'm not a writing expert, as I am still learning a few things. I'm just another budding writer. I do hope I pointed out the mistakes kindly. The story is awesome and I hope you have more. I love 'human' characters. Because that way you can connect with that character. They seem more 'real'. Mary Sues are too perfect and not relatable enough. It is fun though, LOL.

Thankyou!

I do have a habit of using too many apostrophes, I have got to learn to put full stops in. I mean, I did a better job putting them in, in this story I think than usual, but I'm still horrible at it.

Eheh... I'm always forgetting to put an apostrophe or a full stop at the end of the speech, always forgetting that

And for the third.. I'll see to that

I'll go through it and fix the mistakes Thankyou! I'm so glad you like it!
And the typos.. I think most of them would probably be the stupid auto correct. I'm using my IPad to write it, and practically everything else I do now, so the auto correct can get so darn annoying. I admittedly am a bit up meself when it comes to my spelling.. I'm very proud of it, especially considering my mum didn't finish school and my dad failed English

Yeah, I'm excellent at spelling too. So much so that I can be a grammar Nazi at times. Which basically means that I can't stand it when other people have bad grammar. I understand if English isn't the person's second language or they are like 10 years old, but a 20 year old shouldn't only be able to only speak in text speak. I can't even stand text speak, it's alien to me. Plus, I'm self taught with my grammar. I have taken a few home-school writing classes and my mom taught me some, but most of it I pick up from the books I read. So I'm extremely proud of my spelling.

And I understand the typos. Even if you were using a regular computer, I'd understand them. I have a habit of making the funniest typos. It's where I'm typing but my brain goes so fast I miss a word. So when I read back I just look curiously at my typo. Thinking, "that can't be right."

And you're welcome. I am happy to help people write better. And I enjoyed the story too.

Oh, I also found another thing. When the person is thinking, put it in italic. It looks like this. Because I think the only time the single quotes are supposed to be used is when the character is quoting another. For example,
"She told me to, 'stay safe.' But I didn't listen to her."
Teehee, just pulled the example out of my head, LOL.

Lol, sure, 'ITALICS TO THE RESCUE!!! heheheh lol

I can't speak in text talk, I think the only things I actually understand and use, is lol rofl and gtg. The rest it's just as easy to write the whole darn word.

I'm so glad you like it, I have a tendency to write stories that I have no experience with, like, I am always going for the romance kind of thing, not that this is romance... And I don't believe it'll end up romantic, I dunno, I don't plan my stories so it could end up anywhere.. But I have other stories that I'm writing, and they're romance.... I have not yet had a boyfriend, so everything I know about what I write basically comes from a combination of all the books I've read, and the much less amount of movies I've watched....

I also self taught myself with spelling and grammar! Mum has told me, that by the time I was in year two, I was reading Matilda and books more advanced than what my reading level should have been... I'm bragging now I'm just gonna stop... -_-

I'll fix the thoughts and that.
And just a tiny thing, I have started on the next chap, you will get to learn the boys name... Not that he or Dream will hehe

LOL, I love italics. They are so pretty. But for the longest time I didn't know where to find the italics button on WordPerfect. Once I found it I felt like an idiot, it was basically in plain sight.

Yeah, those are the only text speak I know too. I also know of IDK. But I think it's better to write, 'I don't know'. I rarely use 'IDK', and I use 'LOL' a whole lot on forums. It is the only way people know I'm joking. And when I'm being sarcastic I usually do, *insert sarcastic voice here*. Because sarcasm is so hard to get on the internet.

I've written some romantic short stories. Of course, with my stories, the romance doesn't go past kissing. If it does, I just do skip scene. And I also have no experience in romance, LOL, I haven't had a boyfriend at all and only want one once I'm in college. I just have a major crush on one actor. But even though I have no experience in romance the love stories that I write are still awesome. Well, only a few of them, some are just crazy bizarre, LOL. There is one though, that I shared with my 26 year old sister and the ending made her cry. I shared it with my dad recently and he said that the ending was pretty deep for a 16 year old. Now I'm waiting to see what mom has to say about it. And I didn't know it was so awesome until my sister read it. Then I read it once more, aloud, and I almost cried. LOL, I seem to capture a character's sorrow perfectly when they loose somebody.
Actually, one time I was writing a story and it was nearing the end. I decided to kill one of the main characters. One who I had grown quite attached to. But this one character needed to die for the character the story was focused on to finally grow up. Anyways, as I was writing the death of this main character, I began to cry. I captured the very main character's sorrow of this loss perfectly. And once I was done I thought of erasing it, but decided against it. Because it was perfect, even though I still miss that one character. Luckily the story ended soon after that.
Anyways, I think I'm rambling. But I do enjoy chatting with other writers about writing. So to finish it up. I also don't write 'human' stories. If it is a human, the human is a vampire or a werewolf. LOL, I just like animals better. But the animals I write are not terribly anthropomorphic. I'm just a fantasy writer really. But I try to make my fantasy fit in perfectly with reality. Sometimes it seems plausible. If you look at my 'Location' you can see it says 'Mythic Island'. Because Mythic Island is a world I made. But it fits in perfectly with this world. It's an island right inbetween Alaska and Hawaii. It is not particularly large, but all the mythical creatures that were once living with us, moved there. Human's can't see it and any boats that go in it's direction move around it. The only way for a human to get inside Mythic Island is by taking a ride on a griffin or dragon. But these griffins and dragons rarely make trips to the Human Realm, as they call it.
I think I'll stop now, LOL.

Hey, I don't mind you bragging about it. I think I started reading when I was five, I have no idea, I need to ask my mom. Mom and dad helped me a bit, but once they got me started I finished it.

Cool, I'll be waiting for you to post the next chapter.

I reckon the romance I write is pretty good, I still haven't finished them but.... Eh. I don't share what I write with my family, apart from my grandma and my mum. Cause nobody gets what I write, I can give it to my dad, and because I handwrite most of me stuff (I'm not for this story) and dad is a terrible reader, for example, if he was reading... The big black dog jumped over the picket fence... He'd say it like, the.. Big black dog j..jumped ov..er the pick...picket fence. I am not kidding, and my handwriting, it's readable, but it's not terribly neat so.... Terrible reader + my handwriting = what in the world are you giving me?


And the next chapter might take a little while to get up, cause I'm already getting a tiny bit stuck as to what to do, I've got a bit of an idea as to what I wanna do, so ya, it'll take a bit to get up, though hopefully I will get some more up soon, maybe early next week? Or late this week I dunno, depends how much time me parents let me on me IPad for after school, though today's a Wednesday so should get some good writing time in tonight

I reckon the romance I write is pretty good, I still haven't finished them but.... Eh. I don't share what I write with my family, apart from my grandma and my mum. Cause nobody gets what I write, I can give it to my dad, and because I handwrite most of me stuff (I'm not for this story) and dad is a terrible reader, for example, if he was reading... The big black dog jumped over the picket fence... He'd say it like, the.. Big black dog j..jumped ov..er the pick...picket fence. I am not kidding, and my handwriting, it's readable, but it's not terribly neat so.... Terrible reader + my handwriting = what in the world are you giving me?


And the next chapter might take a little while to get up, cause I'm already getting a tiny bit stuck as to what to do, I've got a bit of an idea as to what I wanna do, so ya, it'll take a bit to get up, though hopefully I will get some more up soon, maybe early next week? Or late this week I dunno, depends how much time me parents let me on me IPad for after school, though today's a Wednesday so should get some good writing time in tonight

Yeah, I usually don't share my writing with anybody. Mainly because most of it is bizarre and for some reason I'm ashamed of sharing what I write with my mom. LOL, I'm weird. But my handwriting also is terrible. I mean, it is readable but only I can really read it. I usually don't handwrite my stories because my brain moves faster than my hand. So once I get one sentence done on paper, my mind has gone through one paragraph. I could write neat, but neat takes a long time. Typing is easy for me. Because my hands can type as fast as my mind thinks.

Yeah, my mind also takes awhile to fully write a story. Only once have I written a short story in one day. But most of the time it's one idea that evolves into a story. I have no idea how it ends up sometimes, or even where it's going. Then when I do takes breaks because I hit a block, I finish it up in my mind. The next day I write what I thought of last night. And the cycle just continues like that until the story is complete. Sometimes the story is so good I want to make a sequel or add more on, but that destroys it most of the time, LOL. Anyways, you can take however long you want to make another chapter. I have patience.