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Two Souls, One Door: Another Realm


Two Souls,

One Door:



Christopher Goodrum

Two Souls, One Door: Another Realm

By Christopher Goodrum

Copyright 2017 Christopher Goodrum

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For Chris “Indy” Greer,

who gave us the free rein to entertain.

Two Souls,

One Door:



Any luck?”

“No such,” Carter simply replied.

Rebecca ran her fingers down her face, rubbing her eyes and along her mouth in irritation. The pressure she applied matched her frustration: rough and unnecessary. She hated feeling this way. She hated the anger. The stress and agitation of not being in control. The quickening of her heartrate caused her to tremble to the point where she was ready to burst.

“I don’t like this place.”

“What’s there to like,” he replied, wincing from the stabbing and throbbing pain along his right temple. Pressing the cloth ripped from the bottom of his thin, button-down plaid shirt against it didn’t help matters, but it did stop the bleeding. The tattered rag now had seen better days, soaked in blood. He felt a bit light-headed. He saw a massive headache in his future. “There’s just blackness. Inescapable blackness. It’s like a bad dream or something.”

“I know you’re tired of me asking, but…are you sure you are all right?”

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling the rag from his head. He breathed in through his teeth as we winced. The air sounded like an iron letting out steam. “It stopped bleeding at least.” He tossed the rag away. It landed with a “thwap” several feet away.

Rebecca moved toward him. Until now, they were separated by a dozen feet or so. Flabbergasted by their situation, she needed some space. There was certainly plenty of it, she finally realized, and that was probably the last thing she needed. “You should have me take a look at that.”

“I said I was fine,” he snapped. He, too, was frustrated. First, he found himself in this…void…surrounded by nothing with no idea how he got there. But here he was with a random stranger. Not that he was one to complain about being near or with a beautiful raven-haired woman, but these were not the best of circumstances. Second, he came under attack by something. No, not something. Some…thing. The gash on his forehead was a token of its presence. He should be rattled. He should have been losing his mind over it. But his mind didn’t work like that. It didn’t get rattled when his adrenaline began to pump. His fight or flight response was fight with a healthy dose of anger. “It’ll heal.”

“It’ll get infected.”

“By what? There’s nothing here to infect it.”

“You don’t know what kind of bacteria is in this place,” she pointed out.

“If this place is even real.”

Rebecca was closer now. Just a foot away. The gash looked pretty nasty. Almost sickening, in fact. A deep cut about a centimeter wide and two-inch long. She didn’t dare get any closer or touch around the area. Her face cringed from the sight.

“That attractive, huh?”

Rebecca took a step back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s all right,” he waved her off. “It’s probably one of those ‘feels worse than it looks’ sort of deals.”

“And how does it feel?”

“Pretty damn fantastic,” he answered sarcastically.

“If that’s how you’re going to be when someone shows you the least bit of concern, then I might as well not care.”

He sighed, kicking himself for being such an ungrateful idiot. Rebecca was the only other person in this void. Alienating her would be incredibly foolish. She helped him during the attack. They helped each other, really. But she was the one who scared off that…thing…when it took a swipe at him, striking his head. Things could have been much worse for him.

Carter was young, but able to defend himself if necessary. He could hold his own against bullies, punks, and stoners who were dumb enough to pick a fight. Although, his physique left much to be desired. He was scrawny, of average height, and weighed just under 150 pounds. What he did have, however, was agility and a surprisingly devastating right hook. Those who underestimated him usually woke up with a mean headache.

But this was something else entirely. Whatever was out there wasn’t a person or even natural. He couldn’t fight against that. Protecting himself was going to be a challenge. Let alone protecting someone else.

Barely into his 20s, he still dressed like he did in high school: run down sneakers, worn out and ripped jeans, and a black shirt with his favorite rock band underneath the opened long-sleeved brown and black plaid shirt. His black hair was scuffed up and shaggy, and he had a pencil behind his ear when he arrived. Now, the pencil laid on the ground, snapped in half.

“I’m sorry. I’m not use to…”

“Other people’s feelings,” she finished for him. She assumed that was the reason for his snarky reactions. A defensive mechanism of some sort to prevent him from acknowledging human emotion, which seemed to make him uncomfortable.

“I deserve that. Maybe even had it coming for a long time. I get like that around people, I guess. Strangers, mostly. And friends. And family. Okay…with just about everyone.”

Rebecca cracked a smile. For the first time in a long time, she smiled. “I don’t find that hard to believe. So what do you think that was?”

He shrugged. “What makes you think I would know?”

“I didn’t ask if you knew what it was.” Her smiled didn’t last very long, fading away like a mist of breath in the winter air. “I asked what you thought it was.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled, then quickly stopped. The vibration from his laugh ached his head. “Some sort of phantom, I suppose. Look…I’m really not the sort of guy that knows about these things. I think it came through the door.”


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Two Souls, One Door: Another Realm

How do you leave a room when the only door disappears and reappears at random, and moves away from you when you approach? How do you leave an endless void of darkness and silence? And when the only rule that governs the room is only one person may pass through the door? For Rebecca and Carter, leaving the void has an added complication: a creature of light stalking their every move. It encircles them, hidden by the vastness and darkness of the void, and striking without warning. For one of the souls within the void is an anomaly. One of them doesn’t belong. And only one of them can walk through the door that will eventually open.

  • ISBN: 9781370076109
  • Author: Christopher Goodrum
  • Published: 2017-05-25 23:50:09
  • Words: 6880
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