Unleashed Dreams: Alma's Ramblings

Unleashed Dreams Hello everyone, I'm Alma and have been writing for oh....a long time. This is the thread for a few things I'm working on. ATM, I'm working on three books, so this is going to be a mish mash of whatever I'm writing at the moment. Please enjoy! Afterlife

Afterlife Everleigh’s eyes stuttered open, a gray blur shadowing her eyes as her mind struggled to take shape. Reaching out to consciousness, her eyes suddenly drew closed as her heart mutedly thumped. A swishing sound, like white noise, circled by her ears and she, momentarily, enjoyed the sound, lulling her thumping being into calmness. It was if though she had no other emotion but calmness and she smiled contently, her arm slipping up to her chest and laying softly against her heart. But it wasn’t her heart that was thumping, her soul no longer confined within the parameters of a human form. It was her being, her essence that thumped within in her. Some would’ve said that the heart was the main driving force in life but now Everleigh knew that the main force was the spirit, the soul that shimmered slowly over the carpet of lush green grass that she lay upon. Well, lay upon wasn’t quite correct. She actually hovered upon it, a few mere centimeters above the ground encased in a swirling abyss where the others of her kind now dwelled. She had no idea what kind she was but she was sure that it was something that she had only dreamt about, remnants of which clung to her being and which she hadn’t ever truly paid attention to. Now, she would have to. After a few minutes of silence, of the white noise washing over her being, she finally found enough strength to open her eyes. Slowly, they flowered open and saw the vastness around them. The sky wasn’t sky, it was nothing, sparkles of memories lit it up momentarily but nothing else would appear afterwards. Somehow, she managed not to feel shocked, as if that sensation didn’t register inside of her and she leisurely turned to her side, unable to feel the grass which upon she hovered up. Craning her neck to the left, she saw more nothingness but felt no urge to scream or fear. Studying that specific corner, she gingerly sat up, her palms not quite touching the floor, and surveyed the area around her. She saw no one but somehow, didn’t feel alone.