Charles Burgess
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Birds! Birds!
Lori was dreaming. It was a dream that could be called a nightmare to others, but she did a good job of coping with it. It was never the same, but it was always similar. There were birds. Lots of birds. This was a part of her dream that was usually different. The birds changed. Sometimes they were majestic ravens or crows, cawing incessantly; sometimes they were colorful birds, like Toucans, Parrots, and Macaws; but in the rarer of her dreams, and the more nightmarish of them, the birds were Cardinals screaming the farewells that were never said. Dreaming of the Cardinals, Lori would always wake herself screaming with sweat rolling down her face soaking her pillow.
By Charles Burgess3 years ago in Fiction
The Right Choice?
CHAPTER 1 I just started a new job; well, I'd say it would be more of a career than a job. Let's go back a few before I continue. I was very near to completing my foray into the college scene that I had started almost twenty years ago. I, like so many others, was not ready for college. Many people are not just not ready for it slightly, they are just not ready completely. I was one of those who was not ready completely.
By Charles Burgess4 years ago in Journal
