Reap What You Sow
jazzie-j16000
I had a dream. What a cliche way to start a story, but then again it's mine to tell so I can write it anyway I so please.
We all have dreams, every living thing has a dream may that be instinctual or simply out of desire or subconscious thought.
Dreams of soaring through the wind, dreams that flash past one another to quick to remember, and dreams of horror and nothing else. The difference between me and the rest is I never awake from my dreams.
I see the death of people; some I have never known but knew them better than their own mothers in one night ....... others, others I pray that the dream was just another nightmare.
My name is Tomas and this evening, November 15, 1990, inside a small shack teetering against unforgiving winds and bitter cold witnessed how I, myself died.
And to say the least, my death seemed farthest from reality.
But maybe, just maybe I can change it.