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Night Terrors
by Ronald Dondiego

Sunday, May 16, 2004
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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This nightmare begins in the middle of the night. Thunder peals and lightning flashes implode my bedroom. Sweat pouring through the mutilated pores of my body. Screams. Stuck in my throat. Agony. I wander alone through the valley which was once the WTC. Now just a huge empty lot, almost sterile in its sleep. I wander through the valley and find a group of children. I wish to help them. Come out. Come out of the darkness, of the hell you have found. "We are the dead. We perished in the inferno. We are dead. Dead? I don't seem to understand. I grab one of their hands, a cold hand, loose to my grip. I try to move him, but the child just stares at me immobilized by the horror of the lights, the strange wicked lights that obscess the scene. My blood freezes in my veins. I am powerless, just a man going down in quicksand, wanting only to forget. I awake trembling in the night. I take a cold shower. The storm is over for now. Or is it? Then I think, what new horrors have they conceived in their evil minds? How many more children will they destroy before their madness turns on them?

The wind blows through my bathroom window and I hear a shriek. And I remember.

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Reviewed by Regina Pounds 9/4/2004
You describe the haunting in a gripping way...in the light of the terror in that Russian school, this strong message is even more apropos

Gina
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 7/11/2004
Sweetie, I am praying for you. I miss our chats. Hang in there.

Love, JC xoxoxo
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 7/11/2004
scary stuff....guess why it was named "Night Terrors"
sounds like the begining of a story to me
enjoyed it!!!
Reviewed by Karen Cino 6/2/2004
Wow. You have written an extrememly emotional and deep piece. The WTC horror will always be encrypted in everyone's soul, especially us New Yorkers that lived through the horror of not knowing if our loved ones where alive. You brought tears to my eyes. Excellent job.

Karen
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader) 5/17/2004
What a powerfully vivid in imagery and emotion piece!!!!
SUPER WORK!!!!

~Nikki~
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 5/17/2004
(((ron)))

*shudders* what a horrible dream...what a horrible event...that never goes away

and i as well remember...and will never forget. :( i'm sorry for your loss

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot 5/17/2004
Interesting write, caught my eye as I watched a documentary recently on how kids suffer night terrors, though I know your write is describing something far more than that.
Well done Ty
Ch'erie
Reviewed by Denise Edwards 5/16/2004
We shall all have night terrors for quite awhile. None of us will ever forget. Thanks for sharing this.
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 5/16/2004
Hello, Ron. :) Was reading some of my older poetry last night and saw your name, was wondering what you've been up to.

The feeling I got from your piece created an almost nauseating sense of loss. That feeling most of have, now, since our innocence was butchered. It can be managed when life has to be lived, but dances with feverish continuity at all levels. At times, it overwhelms. And the ache is incredible, vicious and sad. The anniversary nears, the sound of jets will always produce an inner flinch. Sharing the pain helps, thank you for reminding me we, as indivuals in mourning, are not alone.

Erin
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 5/16/2004
Powerful emotion and well-expressed feelings.

~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~
Reviewed by Jim Dunlap 5/16/2004
Evil flourishes everywhere, and all any of us can do it oppose it in our own way. Vietnam showed the world that we are not invincible, just as Afghanistan did for the Russians. After that, everything else became inevitable. I hope that we have learned something from all this, but I have my doubts.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 5/16/2004
Very powerful write Ron!!

Scary but good!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Nickolaus Pacione 5/16/2004
This is damn good. Nightmares are a big theme with my writing as well.
Reviewed by john zimmerman 5/16/2004
a powerful write.
But do not forget
the enemy lies within,
as well as without...

john+



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