PART 8: Freewrite of Racket, Plug, Fever, Whipping Cream, Describe A Clock

For a moment, the sky seemed to be clear again with all the dark clouds gone, though many uncertainties and ambiguities await.

Charlotte went back to her room that night with a lot of disbelief and honestly, she was overwhelmed by all of the happenings. Discovering herself having the ability to give courage? What on earth right?

She tried to recall some incidents since she was young. She could remember vaguely when she was 5, there was something that happened. There was a racket outside of the house, so loud that her whole family got startled and awakened from their sleep. Charlotte ran along with her parents and saw this huge creature made a hole in the roof of their garage. It had wings and it was pointing at Charlotte, saying, "I have found you! You can no longer hide." She stepped out before her parents who were trying to hide her behind them, suddenly a sceptor appeared in her hand, commanding at it and said, "I don't want you here and you have to go!"

All this while, Charlotte thought it was a dream. Now that she had heard from Miss Pegasus, perhaps it was not at all. But then again, it could be an illusion because the Exorcist can create illusions to mislead just to create more fear in a person. That incident did make Charlotte wonder but her parents never speak with her again about it. It almost felt like maybe something was done to plug the Exorcist from getting to her ever since. Her parents had tried their best to conceal some matters to protect her, she assumed. Now years have passed, so what's next?

After thinking so much, Charlotte dozed off to sleep. She began to dream. She saw how there used to be an utopia where there were wonderful colours and many special beings were co-existing together harmoniously. It felt like everyone has their own duties and they abide by their own responsibilities. Charlotte saw herself like a young child, playing and licking off some whipping cream. "Yumssss!" then she went off running and laughing. She saw Cherry Blossom and Miss Pegasus running after her. Then she saw her own parents, looking almost like... angels or guardians around her, looking very protective.

One day, there was a great dispute. One of the magnificent lords, Damon created a huge power struggle. Something like he felt everything was unfair and him being the war lord was not significantly recognized after all his efforts of defending the utopia and everyone in it. He demanded to be acknowledged as the lord of all lords in this kingdom where everyone were equal and none threatened another. Everyone was just having different giftings and powers to make sure everything was in perfect equilibrium.

Charlotte then saw Damon built an army among some who were willing to submit to him due to the fear he imposed on them. She saw Damon slowly took on a different form and became really dark. Then, he changed and looked like the creature of her dream when she was 5. He called himself the Exorcist, commanding a genocide of the whole kingdom, anyone who refuses to obey and follow him. An army arose against him, and she saw her little self taking out a sceptor to summon courage for all those in the army.

Charlotte woke up here, with cold sweat but she felt like her body was very warm, almost like she was having a fever, with her heart racing really fast. She checked on her own forehead and behind her neck, nope, no fever. But she felt like she was all flaring up. She was mystified and almost like in a fever of some agitations.

She looked at the clock in front of her. It was an old clock that needed some oil, probably because it let out a creeking sound. Weird that it showed the same time before she dozed off. It almost felt like time has stopped?! Her discernment was suddenly elevated to know something or someone was approaching.

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You may check out the first 7 parts here:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7

September has been the busiest month for me. There was my birthday with a few celebrations, many many public holidays which then also meant I was out most of the time and I was also scheduled for a sharing in my local church. Oh, and my husband's birthday is coming up soon too! I was taking a lot of time to prepare for the different events especially on my sharing, that I have gone missing a lot on freewriting. Honestly, because of myself taking too long to write this fiction and it is already close to a month since I last started it, I feel just like ending it, hahaha. But let me just give it some more days to not end it too hastily, after so much built up right? Oh man, I suck in this! Anyway, let me try to finish it up, hopefully, just because I hate not completing things that I have started.

Freewrite is a prompt writing initiated by @mariannewest and @improv to write a free-flow post without correcting or editing. I checked out her post to really get what it is before I jumped on the bandwagon. Basically, there is no right or wrong, just let the mind and fingers do their work, to find our creative self and let it come out of us.

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