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Danny was laying in bed.

He pulled the covers over his head, and began coughing loudly. He was gagging, coughing up solid chunks of mucus. He pulled his head out from beneath the covers and spit the glob of mucus into the trash bin beside his bed.

There was a knock at his door. His mom came into the bedroom carrying a tray. She set the tray on the night stand next to Danny’s bed.

“I brought you some water and chicken soup,” she said feeling his forehead. “My, you’re still burning up. I guess you’ll have to stay in bed tonight and miss Bible Study.”

“But I already missed the morning service, ma,” Danny said. He began coughing again. The force of the cough caused his head to begin throbbing. He could feel his heart beating, pumping the blood through his veins, on his temple. The pain forced him to shut his eyes.

“Oh, baby,” his mom lightly tapped on his chest. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you tonight?”

“No,” Danny said opening his eyes briefly. “You and dad go on ahead. Just do me a favor, and ask them to pray for me.”
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November is a story about a love spell gone terribly wrong.

I tried to imagine my life not collapsing in on me.

She was looking down at the ground, at her feet. November winds were whipping her black, silk hair behind her. Her smooth skin was beginning to perspire from nervousness. She had long fingers, a nice tuft of skin on her elbows, which I loved to chew on occasionally. She was perfect. She was everything to me, but now she wanted to be nothing but a memory.

“I don’t understand,” I let out finally. “Valerie, why?”

Valerie looked up at me with cold brown eyes. Her mouth pursed a little as if she was going to say something, but the bell rang. She was late; we were both late for our next class. She broke away suddenly and I just stood there, empty, as she walked away.
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“You ain’t got no magic, girl!”

I looked up from the television and saw my father slapping my sister across the face. Spit flew out of her gaping mouth as she tumbled to the ground and landed with a solid thud. Her sobs did not have a chance to escape her tiny mouth. He bent over and took her by the throat.

“Get up you little retard.”

I rushed over and threw my arm between my father and my sister. I tried to wedge my body between them. “Stop,” I yelled, “Daddy let her go, don’t hit her anymore, dad stop!”

He released his tight grip on her delicate neck. I managed to push him back. My sister, Delilah, stumbled back and fell to the floor, the locks of her brown, curly hair covered her face. This time she managed to get the sobs out of her, she managed to express her fear and hatred in a torrent of tears and whispered curses.

“You know what she said,” my father spat out, “she said we were havin’ lobster for dinner. She said she was gonna make it out of that box of mash potatoes. What kinda crazy talk is that, boy?”
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Welcome

Dream is a serialized novel.

Please be advised that this website contains graphic textual depictions of sex, violence and supernatural topics and is not appropriate for sensitive readers.

About Dream

Dream is about a young girl, Delilah, that has magical powers and her older brother, Mike, that must protect her from their violent father, a severely disturbed neighbor, and a group of hoodlums meddling with black magic. New parts are added weekly.

Table of Contents

Dream #1 – Delilah’s Fish Named Mike

Dream #2 – Danny Gets His Gun

Dream #3 – Father of the Year

Dream #4 – Pill Popping Devil Worshippers

Dream #5 – Cindy and The Promise

Dream #6 – A Confession

Dream #7 – Danny’s Legend

Dream #8 – Dink the Undead

Dream #9 – Giants of Yesterday

Dream #10 – Delilah Feels Pain, I Do Not

There are many kinds of vampires in the world.

Steps flow down in a winding motion.

Charlie stumbles down the iron staircase with a pistol tucked into the back of his pants. He tugs on his back pack to tightly secure it on his back. The heavy bag and his dirty blonde hair bounce up and down in unison as he runs into the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator door and grabs a can of soda.

“And where are you going?” his mother says from the kitchen sink. The water coming out of the tap is steaming hot. Her eyes are red; her cheeks are puffy and flushed. She’s been crying again.

“Out… with Lucy and Jim. I’ll be back before eight, ma, promise.”

There is a slight moment of silence. “OK… as long as you have all of your homework done,” she says sniffling.

He opens the can of soda and takes a long chug from it.

“Ma.”

“Yes, Charlie.”

“You OK?”
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