Isis can control her dreams. Or she could-until recently. The creature in her nightmares has been haunting her for months. As if being dumped wasn’t bad enough, now she dreads going to sleep. She decides to confront the creature and win back some of her peace; only, she finds that he’s not a monster and he’s not a dream.
A sacrifice for love, a shocking discovery and a jealous ex-boyfriend blur the lines between reality and dreams, making it hard to tell who the real monsters are.
Who would’ve known…that sometimes love is lethal?
“Why can’t you believe that I am real?” he asked. “Because you’re not. Look at you with your golden skin and wings, wearing a skirt. How can I believe you’re real?” “I can prove it.”
“Oh, yeah? I dare you.”
“Do you, now?” David raised his brow.
“Double dare. And you should wear a skirt that looks more like pants for the occasion.”
“Your clever quips are very delightful, my lovely. Are you positively sure about this?”
“I’ve been waiting for this for three months.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Bring it on.”
“Very well. But I have to warn you, I’m quite the competitor.”
“Then there should be a prize for the winner to make it more interesting.”
“You’re proposing a wager?” I nodded.
“If I win, you’ll leave my dreams forever,” I said. He gazed at me for a moment. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I saw a trace of a grin on his face.
“If I should win, you will believe me when I say I’m not a dream,” David said.
“If you say so,” I snickered. “I guess this is goodbye since I’ll be winning.” “And…” he said
“And…you will never again come here.”
“Okay,” I said. “Fair enough.”
“And…” he said again.
“That’s too many ‘ands’.”
“And…” he continued, “I bid you not farewell, but good morrow.”
David tipped his head as he disappeared, leaving behind a cloud of golden dust.
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About the Author
Nely Cab was born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. She has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. Putting her Computer Accounting skills to use, Nely worked in banking for several years. In 2001, the author relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of Social Work.
1. Can you tell our readers a few details about you? Where you were born? Do you have any brothers? Where have you spent your childhood?
I was born in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico on December 9, 1974 (yes, I am old. LOL!) I have one brother who is six years younger than me and one sister who is 16 years younger than me. Although I was born in Mexico, I have lived in Texas since I was an infant.
2. What was your favorite game as a child?
I used to like to play “make-believe” or pretend with my cousin. He would pretend he was my pet monkey or dog and I would treat him like an animal. LOL! It sounds very mean now, but it was a fun game. I was only four-years-old, then.
3 .How did you spend your time, as a child, and later, as a teenager? Did you love hanging out with friends, going on a concert or staying at home, writing and reading?
When I was a kid, I loved hanging out with my best friend and my cousins. We would play with our dolls or play outside. During my child hood I loved to read, but it would put me to sleep.
Later, in my teen years, I liked going to the movies and to the mall with friends and talking on the phone or watching television. I wasn’t much of a party animal. My parents were very strict, so I wasn’t allowed to be out too late. I would sometimes go to football games on Friday nights with my cousin and some friends. I didn’t write much when I was a teenager. I would imagine a lot stories and knew someday, when I had the time and was older, I would write them. Since I had so much reading to do for school, I never really read books for pleasure. Shame on me.
4. Who was/is your life model?
I don’t think I have one because I admire different things from different people.
5. Do you love animals? If yes, do you have any pets?
I like animals, but I cannot have any in my home because we are all allergic to them.
6. What place in this world would you love to visit most? You travel a lot?
I would love to visit the entire world. I cannot commit to telling you that I would prefer one place over the next because there are so many beautiful things to see everywhere. I don’t travel very much – maybe, once a year.
7. What’s your favorite place for writing/reading?
“The David Story”
I believe the dreams started when I was ten years old. In my dreams, a little boy, about my same age would play with me. Yes, it sounds creepy now, but it was no more than dreams.
Time passed, and as I grew older, the boy in my dreams grew older with me. I never told anyone about the boy in my dreams, till now. I would have these dreams several times a month when I was young, but suddenly they stopped. When I was in my teens the dreams returned, but then would ceased for two, maybe four years, when they would again return. The boy matured, along with me. This became a pattern for much of my life, he popping up every few years, waiting to strike up conversations of which I couldn’t recall the context, but could remember having.
The boy’s physical appearance varied. His voice and his personality were how I identified him. He was always very proper and spoke softly. His stare was unmistakable.
When I was in my twenties, the dreams stopped. I wondered in what part of my subconscious the boy was hiding. Then, in my thirties, he reappeared in one dream, revealing his true physical appearance to me. The boy in my dreams had transformed into a man, as I too had matured into a woman. To this day, I have never seen a more beautiful face, than his. In that dream, during the split second when consciousness and unconsciousness are combined, and where time seems to slow, I heard his voice. He said the one word that I had been waiting to hear for twenty-two years. It was his name, “David.”
I thought about how incredible it was that David had been with me through my whole life. My curiosity about him grew. As deranged as it may sound, I wondered if he was a real person living in another time, place or plane of existence.
My imagination began to wander into a world where David was alive. In my mind, I created a land where dreams were made. “This is where he lives,” I told myself, “and this is where he exists.” In that instant, Creatura was born.
As an added note, the way David’s physical appearance is described in Creatura, is the way I saw him in the dream where he manifested his true form.
Thank you for stopping by Starry Night Book Reviews, and thank you to Stephanie,
the administrator of this blog, for the opportunity to share my story.
Happy Reading and Sweet Dreams,