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A book compsed by the world but written by Paul Jones
Because this is not a perfect world, and we’re not perfect people, we live and encounter many different things and adventures in our lives. Some might have nightmares, while others might have had a very tough childhood, that so often bleeds over to their adult lives. There are even those who think that they know it all and what’s good for them.
Rather you just want to be helped or you want to be loved. The stories in this book will set you on an adventure, from fantasy, to nightmares to dreaming and to some it feels like the author was in the house with you. Welcome to your life stories, with a rhyme scheme. (Just When You Thought You Knew)

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Inspirational

Philosophie et théologie

Religion

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Publié par	Trafford Publishing
Date de parution	21 février 2023
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781698714110
Langue	English

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JUST WHEN YOU Thought YOU KNEW

PAUL JONES

© Copyright 2023 Paul Jones. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

ISBN: 978-1-6987-1410-3 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1409-7 (hc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1411-0 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023903034
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Trafford rev. 02/17/2023
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Contents
A Nightmare to Live
Making it Through The Pain
In This City
Just The Three of Us
Another Lonely Night
Eugene
Living in Fear
The Mind of A Maniac
Let’s Talk
This is Serious
My Jewel
The Country Bumkins: First Day Back
The Country Bumkins: Going Their Separate Ways
David’s Dream
Vanity
Some Life Stories: Stories within Stories
My Dearest
Tomorrow
Jake and Joan
Saying Goodbye
The Sea Captain
Cyrus’s Love Letter
Watching The Grass
Mooka’s Story
Just When You Thought You Knew
Because this is not a perfect world, and we’re not perfect people, we live and encounter many different things and adventures in our lives. Some might have nightmares while others might have had a very tough childhood that so often bleeds over to their adult lives. There are even those who think that they know it all and what’s good for them.
Rather, you just want to be helped, or you want to be loved. The stories in this book will set you on an adventure, from fantasy to nightmares to dreams; and to some, it feels like the author was in the house with you. Welcome to your life stories, Just When You Thought You Knew .
A Nightmare to Live
O ne night while lying in bed, I had what seemed to be a dream.
A dream where I had little to nothing to gain or to give.
And then I went back to sleep, and I soon discovered that it was not a dream at all but a nightmare to live!
I thought I woke up in the middle of the night.
The moon was shining, big and bright. I looked into the woods, and there was a glow.
Where was it coming from? I don’t practically know. I looked across the meadow and then over to the creek. And then I saw what I thought was a human; he began to creep.
I soon woke up and walked across the floor. I had to wake up because I began to snore.
As I sat down, I began to think; but back into a deep sleep, I began to sink.
All of a sudden, I began to dream. It was really weird; so it would seem.
I saw some eyes looking at me; they began to stare. Once again, I had a thought that this might just be a nightmare.
I went outside and begun walking around, and then I was hit by a vehicle and knocked to the ground.
I thought to myself that everything was fine. But what I didn’t realize was that something was wrong with my mind.
All of a sudden, in my mind I started to wake. It felt like my house was shaking; it felt like an earthquake.
I ran to the window, and the world as I knew it had changed. There were bombings, killings, and so much pain. I looked at the ground, and there wasn’t an empty spot to be found.
There was a cold chill that came over me, for there was no one else left as far as I could see. I wondered, How did I stay here? How did I survive? Am I the only one who’s still a live?
The days would go by, much like the nights. I often wondered if there had been a war, if there had been a fight? The days were very dim, much like the night; you could not tell one from the other because there wasn’t much light.
I slowly gathered the nerves to venture out. What I stumbled on was enough to make a grown man scream, a grown man shout. The people whom I thought were my friends and the people whom I knew as my kin, they were all gone. I mean their bodies were decomposed all the way to their bones.
I slowly looked around for others to greet, but there seems to be no one else there for me to meet. I thought to myself, This surely can’t be right. What could have happened to make everyone to disappear from out of s ight?
A noise came from the woods. I wondered, What was this that I heard? I was really disturbed. My knees started to shake, and my stomach started to ache. I tried to take off and run. I tried to take off and sprint, but it was like my feet were stuck deep down in cement. I looked around to see what I could see, but all that I saw was a figure standing there, looking like a tree.
I made it back to my house. I could no longer call it my home because now I stayed there all alone. I once had lots of servants beckoning to my every will. I lived high on the hog. I was king of the hill.
I ran to the window. In my hands, I had a gun or two; but if something was to come at me, I couldn’t say that I would know what to do. The palms of my hands were drenched with sweat. I hardly could hold my guns because my hands were soaking wet. While looking out my window, I didn’t see anything. Things had quieted down; so it would seem.
I thought that it was over, but then all of a sudden, I felt this hand on my shoulder. Not even turning around, I smelled this awful stank; the odor was so bad I thought that I would faint. I slowly turned around, and much of a surprise to me, what stood there was a dead person looking like a zombie! I couldn’t help but to think that he wanted to eat my brain, but then I thought to myself, Am I just going in sane?
I quickly ran down the hall across the old wooden floor. I ran into the closet and closed the old wooden door. My heart was beating so hard. It really started to pound. It was so loud that I thought he would have heard the sound.
After about an hour or two, I finally got the nerves to take a peek. I thought to myself, Is this all a dream? Am I really asleep? I slowly walked into my room to look at my bed. I wasn’t there; all I saw were some messed-up covers instead. I wondered if this could be a dream of me having a nightmare. Dream or not, this has put some fear in me; this has given me a scare.
There was no food in the house, nor was there anything to drink. I even tried to get some water out of the kitchen sink. I knew that I would soon have to go back out. I wished I had someone to go out before me, you know, just to scout.
I put one foot out the front door, and the board on the porch started to squeak. It squeaked so loud I thought that, in my pants, I might have leaked. I managed to hold what little that I had in as I walked a crossed the lawn down to the street. There was not another person there, not a one that I could meet.
I made it to what used to be a town; it was so sad to see as I looked around. I knew that I had to hurry and find some food for my plate because the sun was about to go down; it was getting kind of late.
In the open, I didn’t want to be trapped; even though I carried my guns, I was good and strapped. Deep down inside, things just didn’t feel right. I knew that I had to be going. I had to get out of sight. I saw this building; it was an abandoned jail. I quickly ran inside; it stunk like hell. I locked the door, and I boarded the windows. To make it even quieter, I walked on the pillows.
I heard these sounds coming from outside. I ducked down so low. I really tried to hide. When I peeped outside, I saw more zombies, and I knew if I had made some noise, they would have been coming for me. Then I heard this scream. It was the scream of a woman; so it would seem. Once again, I thought, Was this a dream, or was this a nightmare? I thought, Should it really matter, or should I really care? But what if it really was a woman? Should I really care? Should I open the door and take a risk? Should I even dare?
It wasn’t like I knew who it was or where she might be, but was it just the fear building up inside of me? A coward all of my life, I have truly been; but could I not help her, only if she would scream again. Everything went silent. I didn’t hear another sound. I thought, Did the zombies find her? Was she f ound?
Once again, I started to peep out the window; and much to my surprise, I saw her ducking down in a vehicle, ducking down inside. I wanted to make a dash for her and bring her inside with me, but the streets were full of the living dead; the streets were filled of zombies.
How could this be? How could I even care? I was truly hoping and praying that this was only a nightmare! I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream. But if I did that, I might had found out that this wasn’t only just a bad dream.
I looked across the street into the car; she was so close, yet she was so far. I was hoping that she would do like me and just sit tight; maybe then it would all be over with the first sunlight.
All I could do was sit here and pray; it seemed like it was forever, before the break of day. The break of day came, and the zombies, they were still there. The sunlight didn’t matter to them; they didn’t even care.
How could they be such mindless freaks, yet they still care enough to kill and to eat? Then I saw my old dog; he ran down the street. I knew if they followed him, with her I could meet.
The zombies