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Dreaming A Truth

Novel By: Carmell
Thrillers



FINISHED -- 'So anyways, that night, as I slept-still so happy about how perfect a birthday I had had-I was ready to have another great dream. But little did I know that this one was the worst nightmare of all. Filled with murder and betrayal. And it was definitely coming true.'

Meet Erica 'Ricki' Ernest as she tells her thrilling and gripping story in this novel! Follow along with Ricki as she fights her dreams and faces reality. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 6, 2009    Reads: 343    Comments: 24    Likes: 4   


"Ricki! Wake up! Today's your birthday!" My sister, Jane, screamed in my ear. And I did wake up, of course. I mean, when you have a megaphone for a sister, that happens a lot. I ran to the living room; I couldn't wait to see my presents! Even though I already knew what they were.

See, I was born with this 'gift'. I can dream reality. Now, I'm not just saying that because it sounds cool. I can really see the future in my dreams. And it's not like I can dream whatever I want. These dreams-or nightmares-sometimes just hit me, and I have to see them come true before my eyes. The nightmares aren't that huge-I mean, they're bad alright, but not that big, really. I mean, one example is when my Grandma Pearl. I could see her dying, her having a heart attack. But I couldn't do anything to protect her.

There was this other time, Dave Wilson-middle school's heart throb, winner of every girl's heart, including mine-and I were talking. In my nightmare, I had seen myself spilling coffee on my white blouse. The next day, I had brought an extra shirt, but you wouldn't guess. I bumped into Ms. Gray, and she tipped her espresso all over me. I tried finding my shirt, but it turned out that I had left it in my Gym locker, and if I went back to retrieve it, I would be tardy and get detention. And the results? Dave Wilson never talked to me again.

Sometimes, my dreams are good. Mostly, I mean. But if it's a nightmare, it's really hard to avoid it. But I try. In vain.

So anyways, that night, as I slept-still so happy about how perfect a birthday I had had-I was ready to have another great dream. But little did I know that this one was the wrost nightmare of all. And it was definitely coming true.





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