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Dead End Dream

by Rose Davenport  
3/20/2012 / Short Stories

Dead End Dream
3/20/2012

As she watched the sun rise this morning, she thought about her future. She thought about all the hard times she had from the time she was a little girl until now. She thought it sucks to be me. Rise by a Druggie mother and no father she didnt have any advantages in life, she didnt have anyone to help her. She had been depressed for as long as she could remember. She wanted out of this miserable, improvise life. She had no skills. All she had was a dream. She wanted to be a writer; she wanted to tell her stories. She had an active fantasy life, and there was, where she spends most of her time. A fantasy world, full of hopes and dreams. This was where she could be anyone she wanted to be, be anywhere she wanted and see anything she wanted to see. She was important in her fantasy; she had fame, fortune, powerful friends. But she had to face reality, often waking up out of one of her fantasy to a cold and uncaring world. But who was going to believe in her? Who was going to see the beauty God placed inside? See what she saw, hear the story that God whisper to her in the midnight hour. She wrote as God gave her stories to share with the world. She often listen with great joy and hope as he shared his heart with her and told her to write, as she finished each story. She waited on the next step from God. But the next step never came. Was she hearing God? Did she write these stories out of her own mind or did she get them from some other source? Fooling her, making her believe; she had a talent that didnt belong to her. But she did believe God pass out talent to each individual. She could not be convinced otherwise, she was firm in this believer. Yes she would hold on to this. She would continue to wait on God; she knew God would not have given her this active fantasy life for nothing. She knew he would use her when he was ready. She had become his fingers; fingers that would be used as a vessel to worship God as a singer use his voice to worship God.

Rose Davenport

Rose Davenport was born on the west side of Chicago IL. I love Jesus he is my Lord and Savior. I continue build a personal relationship to my Lord and Savior. Still holding on to a dream. What is a man who do not dream?

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