Pamela Nina Blanchard
Stories (3/0)
Another world
Dreams are very interesting, different and mindboggling, sometimes shows the past, sometimes shows the future or even another world. I've had dreams of past lives I lived and died in and of heaven and hell, of angles and demons and talking animals. This dream is of another world, a world of different colors and different people, not quite human beings but beings that live like we do only in it's early development stages. The dream starts with me waking up on top of the clay cliffs just above the town called Whitehorse, back on the trail that leads closer to the airport stands a cement structure covered with graffiti, people have used this broke down building as a hang out for parties and gangs, the ground well used as a path. I don't know why I was brought to the cement structure, so I began to search around the area for anything that would be interesting.
By Pamela Nina Blanchardabout a month ago in Wander
Walking Through the House
It started with a bright day, sun shining and blue skies. The town hardly bigger than the capital of Yukon, Canada. Walking through the streets of unrecognizable buildings, the sights and smells unknown to the native nose. Where was this place? So unfamiliar and strange, these houses, these roads and these people all on a different scale. Everything beautifully green and full of colors of the summer, sweet fragrances of flowers in the soft flowing air, all except a smell of smoke that is odd to the area. No house should have the fire stove going so where was the smoke coming from? Following the faint smell of smoke wasn't hard, with every step closer I took brought more smoke and less people. I walked a few more blocks down the street to where I hadn't seen much signs of anyone in the streets, the further on it seemed like the whole town was empty. The sky grew dark and smoggy with smoke and the sounds of happiness faded from the world, there was silence throughout the buildings an eerie feeling of loneliness. Everyone gone but me standing on the sidewalk with white flakes of ash starting to float down, covering anything and everything with color. As I walked down the street of abandoned houses the air became stifling hot, like the sun was still beaming down on the land, which wasn't true because the smoke covered all that was visible a few moments before. A wave of heat in the wind came rushing past as I walked on a few more blocks, I stopped at a house that seemed to be inviting me in, the scene reminded me of the end of days, I scanned the area an seen that many houses and buildings were on fire or smoldering as if fire from above shot down and hit the houses and buildings. I turned back to the house in front of me and surveyed the windows on both sides, the upper windows and the front door which seemed to be untouched.
By Pamela Nina Blanchardabout a month ago in Wander
It is a dream. Is it a dream?
As she looked across the grassy field just under the mountains, a young girl stood at the edge of a little town. On the very edge of the Great Mountains that run along the left side of Turtle Island, a young world just about to evolve into a new age. A bright cloudless sky was the one thing that made this day so much braver. She knew in some way or another, she had to ascend the mountains. The town folks had found out her secret, and they were getting rallied up and wanting to kill. This wasn't good especially for her new friends who she could hardly wait to go back to, It was all she could think of and she only met them two days ago.
By Pamela Nina Blanchard3 years ago in Petlife