Secret Saturdays Porn Story: Dreams Chapter 1
Me: OOOH! My first Secret Saturdays fanfic!!!
Zak: GRATZ!!!!
Me: I OWN NOTHING! To the story!!
Chapter one
Another day in the life
Zak was lying on his bed, daydreaming, something he himself never thought he would do. He was thinking, however, about something most boys thought of. Girls. He heard the door to his room open and close. Someone sat on his bed, on the side his back was facing. Hey, little man, whats goin on? Zak immediately recognized the voice of his uncle, Doyle. Nothing. Just thinking. Zak mumbled. Right, like Im supposed to believe that? Especially when this is on your side table. Doyle held the book The Complete Works of William Shakespeare in front of Zaks face. He put it down on the table and stood again. Well, talk to ya later, bud. The door re-opened, then closed again.
Zak sat up, wrapping his arms around his curled knees. A breeze blew through the open window, stirring his sun- highlighted hair. He reached under the pillow next to him and pulled out a journal. A pen was tucked in the binding. Opening his side table drawer , Zak pulled out a key. He unlocked the journal, then pulled out the pen. He started writing.
Dear journal,
Today was just another day in the life of the twelve year old kid of two secret scientists. My parents are on some mission Im too young for, my uncle is watching me again, and Fisk slept in the shade for most of the day. Im having these weird dreams about some girl. They only happen on the nights my parents arent here, which I find really weird because I seem to wake up with a start every time they come around. The last one was the most vivid. I was in the forest, running through the trees, following a sound like a flute. I had been running for about five minutes when I finally reached a ridge. In front of a full moon was a girl in a white dress, about my age, two wolves sitting on either side of her. The breeze blew her long red pigtails. She was playing some kind of wood instrument, carved into the shape of a wolf head. It was painted to perfection, where it looked just like an Arctic wolf.
Her eyes were closed as she played on, the sound so soothing to me. The wolves howled as she pitched her instrument just higher, as if calling the wolves as howls from near and far rose around her. She played this note for about a minute before thrusting the instrument away from her lips, inhaling deeply. She looked over to me, then moved. She put the instrument in her bag that was flung over her shoulder. She walked to me. We stood about half a foot from each other. She smiled, but I couldnt move. Her eyes were beautiful. Our faces were getting closer, and she placed her hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her eyes closed as her head turned to the side. As always, just before our lips met, I woke with a start. Ill tell you more later. Now, I need to think some more.
As always your faithful servant,
Zak Saturday
Me: Anyway, that was chapter one, I hope you liked it! Please review!!