Nightmare
Aiva sat on the porch.  It was a nice day... calm.  Some might say too calm.  The usual breeze had made no appearance, and the pale sunlight hung stale in the air.  It was neither cold nor hot, and yet it was both.  She glanced around.  Many of her neighbors were out, silently doing their daily routines.  There seemed to be nothing much out of the ordinary... yet...
"How's it rollin'?"
Aiva jumped as a familiar voice broke her trance.
"Blake!" She turned to see him standing beside her.
He chuckled, "Didn't know I was that frightening."
She hopped to her feet in mock-anger and slugged him in the abdomen.  "Ow," she laughed, "why do you always flex when I punch you?"
He grinned mischievously, but then his smiled faded a little.
"Today's an odd day," Blake stared into space, "I was feeling restless sitting at home."
"Oh, so that's why you came over.  Not 'cause you wanted to see me or anything, just 'cause you were 'restless at home'?" Aiva teased, trying to loosen Blake's sudden eerie mood.  He looked at her again and seemed to relax a little.
"Yep, that's right!"
"Oh, ok, see ya then!" She pretended to march away.  He grabbed her arm.
"Wait, seriously.  Do you feel a little off today?"
"Yeah, sure, but there are always 'off days.'  We just need to find something to distract us.  We could go on a hike or something.  The weather's great for mountain stuff."
He shrugged, "Yeah that sounds good.  Anything to get out."
Blake followed her up the stairs and into the house. 
"Mind if we take the truck?" Aiva asked her mom, who was sitting just inside on the couch.
"Where you going?"
"Just hittin' some trails.  It's a good hiking day."
"Ok, sure.  I don't really need it.  I have the Saturn."
"Thanks."
Aiva and Blake headed into the kitchen to grab some snacks.  They kept the jerky, fruit and nut bars, and water-bottles, as well as some first aid kits, in a specific cupboard for days like these.
"So where do you want to go?" Aiva asked as she stuffed goods int a phany-pack.
"Don't know.  Let's just pick a random spot."
"Sounds good to me.  This stuff's ready.  Let's go." 
They flew out the door, eager to escape the stillness. 

The drive was equally still and quiet.  Aiva's hands were sweating a little against the leather-covered steering-wheel.
"Let's try the radio."
Blake reached over at Aiva's request and began surfing through stations.  Nothing seemed very appealing to listen to, but as he turned the dial, a few words stood out in Aiva's mind.
"Go back," she said quickly.
"Um, ok, to which one?"
"The news-y one."
"You want to listen to the news? BOR-RING," he poked, "Ok."  He turned the dial until he found it.
"3 young boys have gone missing this afternoon..." they listened intently for a moment. 
"What station is this?"
Blake looked at the numbers, "it's the local news.  Maybe..." he trailed off.
"Maybe what?"  Aiva glanced over at Blake.  He was wide-eyed and glaring at the stereo.  "Blake?  Are you ok?"  He waved his hand at her, as if to quiet her.  Slowly, he began to turn pale.  Aiva pulled over.  The news broadcast had now changed to talk about some local elections coming up.  Blake was still staring at it in disbelief.  She reached out and poked his shoulder.  "Blake?"  He shook and looked over at her.
"Did you hear that?" he pointed at the stereo.
"No, I was too busy driving and trying to figure out what was wrong with you," she rolled her eyes.
"I... it said... my brother..."
"Dillin?" worry started to leak through her.
"No. Keith."
"What are you talking about?  Are you sure you heard it right?"
"Well... they didn't exactly say his name, but..."
"But...?"
"But he was out with the adventure scouts today.  That's why I was restless.  My mom signed him up because some of his friends in his kindergarten class were in it.  And the guy said...well that's what he was talking about..."
Dread began to trickle into Aiva's heart. 
"But maybe it's not him... maybe..." but Blake seemed to sense it, and even if Keith were safe, it still meant that three children weren't.  She couldn't seem to fight the image of Keith shivering alone in the dark trees.

To Be Continued...



Comments:
 
Caterpillar   Caterpillar wrote
on 10/7/2010 6:19:11 AM
Intriguing start, KLH... I look forward to reading more ;)

Jake7087   Jake7087 wrote
on 5/31/2010 11:13:29 PM
I really like this story. Very descriptive.

KLHpensil   KLHpensil wrote
on 5/30/2010 11:17:01 PM
Kind of both. I do have a general plot and a few specific occurrences in mind, but knowing everything ahead of time can get in the way of a great story. Writing, like reading, is an adventure. I love the discoveries I make along the way. There's a story that needs to be told, and I'm just the tool it uses to get on paper.

Elton4562   Elton4562 wrote
on 5/30/2010 5:06:02 PM
A very nice start. Do you know the direction this is heading, or do you just make it up as you go along? Elton

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Synopsis
A real-life nightmare. Three children go missing in the middle of a forest, and Aiva and Blake become more involved than they would have expected.
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