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Now I definitely heard something. Who’s that?! Oh your roommate. Sorry it’s hard to tell. They walk among us that’s for sure. I never saw any roommate when I checked your house earlier. Oh, he just got back. Not very social is he? Yah, can’t blame him; I’m the same way when I get off work. Hah yah, I got my reasons. Your roommate looks really familiar. Are you sure I haven’t met you guys before. No it wouldn’t be at any club. I don’t go out much. Besides work, I pretty much keep to myself. Oh there’s always stuff to do. Hey I’m not that different. I like my T.V., my books. I occupy myself just fine. Ah I don’t know, I’m really feeling those beers. Ah what the hell, I’ll have another one. Thanks.
It’s getting close to 11:00. I’m pretty anxious. I have to admit this job never gets any easier. Well, actually I do remember the first job I went to. Scary I tell you. I really didn’t know what to do. When I think back on it, I still get the shivers. What? Yah, I guess I did open a porthole. I’m not sure how. I just saw, I believed. I figured I was born for it. I actually wanted to see the things I saw in my nightmares. Curiosity got the best of me. I needed to know they were real. So I called them. Then I had to figure out how the hell to get rid of em. And so my dream career began. Sorry, I can’t help but laugh. Can I tell you something? I don’t enjoy this at all. And believe me baby, it doesn’t get any easier. Just worse. Worse than you’d ever believe. Oh my God the nightmares, the horrible, horrible nightmares.
Yah, my first encounter was in my head. It started, well as long ago as I can remember. I don’t know the details exactly. The dream stopped when I got into this career. But it taunted me, it called to me. No the dream was different every time. But it was always the same two bastards in it. Sometimes we’d talk. You know converse over a cup of tea. It was some great tea; looked like blood, but tasted like heaven. Other times, they would show me things. Fuck no, the things they showed me were horrible. Gut wrenching despair. I swear they’d bring me to hell and back. I guess those dreams were the reason I got into this line of work. I just had to make them go away. Hey it’s 11:00
“The tea was sweet because it came from the throats of angels.”
What did you just say to me? But that’s what….Oh I know you now. How stupid of me not to recognize you. But it’s been so long. You enticed me. You called to me from my dreams. Made me study… made me believe. So this is what it all comes down to. You and me, together at last. Why have you called me. I guess you just pushed me into the right direction. Pushed me into damning my soul. So there is consequence. I guess I’ve known it all along. So what now, my old friend?
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Cassandra Chartier
I am a 22 year old activist, writer, musician, and philosopher. I recently moved to BC because there's more opportunity for environmental work and for my band. I'm currenty organizing a protest to have the safety regulations of CN Rail changed. Please help...contact me at email for information. fallenhamster@hotmail.com
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Sarah | Mar 15th, 2006
I thought that this writing piece was very unique. I look forward to reading more.
enjoyed reading Jason Emmanuel C. Soledad | Jun 15th, 2006
hope i could read more of your work. i really enjoyed reading it! good work!
Sangeeta | Feb 26th, 2008
I agree - that is a very unique piece; I love it!
It's amazing how such concise phrases can have such an emotional appeal - although I am still studying, I understand that need, that fascination - that dream that entices and that force that damns.
I hope you continue to keep up the writing :).
majed abu salama | Sep 15th, 2008
we are with the dreams , thanks for your writing i will wait alot from you
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