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Danny was staring at the pistol in his hand.

He’s been day dreaming about Phil and the others. About how they used to be friends but now detested him for being a Christian.

Danny went back into his room. He picked up his back pack unzipped it and turned it upside down to let all of its contents spill out onto his bed. He placed the back pack on the floor and shuffled through the books, the papers, and junk until he found what he was looking for.

It was a balled up, yellow piece of paper. Danny moved to the wooden chair, sat down carefully, and began flattening out the crumpled yellow sheet. He smoothed it out on the edge of the desk.
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I thought I might throw up.

Now that she had asked about the dreams, I didn’t know what to answer. I was about to grab Delilah and get us the hell out of there before I really said something I shouldn’t, but then Cindy tossed me the most beautiful smile. Her eyes lit up and she began to laugh.

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said laughing, “you’re secret’s safe with me, Mike. Besides,” she stopped laughing, looked deep into my eyes, “I already knew.”

“What do you mean, you already knew? How could you?”
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I ate my pancakes in silence.

He felt bad for what he had done and was trying to make up for it by making us breakfast. He was watching me eat from the living room. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes. I knew what it would do to him. I had my mothers eyes. Wide and blue with a guilt-inducing gaze.

Delilah was taking her time coming downstairs. I can’t blame her. Sundays were always awkward like this.

He stood up suddenly. “Do your chores,” he yelled out before the door closed behind him.
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Phil Hammond had played with the devil several times in the past.

Nothing serious, of course, but it was enough to give him a taste of danger. He wanted more. He knew the devil could give him power, if only he knew how to get it from him.

It was good to be sixteen, it was good to not have parents that actually cared about what you were doing.

“So, he wears black clothes, who cares?” his dad would tell the neighbors. “At least he’s not on drugs.”

But Phil was on drugs, his dad just wasn’t keen enough to catch him. In fact, all the kids at school knew he did drugs; some had even bought drugs from him in between classes. That’s why they called him Pill. But his dad’s ears never caught the name, and even when he did once in a while, he just thought the other kid’s were picking on his son.
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She still had cancer as a spirit.

Delilah could see it inside of her mother. It looked like stretched out cotton balls. Soft and white.

“It’s not polite to stare,” her mother said.

“Oh, mommy,” Delilah blurted and began to laugh. Her mother glided closer to her and pretended to tickle her tummy which sent Delilah in to a giggle fit.

The light around her mother was brilliant and she floated in the air like a beautiful kite in the wind. Delilah’s eyes began to tear up as her mother began to float away from her.
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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