Coffin Nails Short Stories

By Manny Coffins

I had a dream once where I was staring into a full moon. The full moon seemed to have changed before my eyes into a giant mirror that only had a reflection of the moon. That giant mirror shifted to the side and was now a lighted tunnel. I started to float towards it. As I reached close to it, the hole enlarged. It was clearly a tunnel sucking me up into the sky. I woke up with Goosebumps and felt electric. I dreamt the same dream four times in a row that night. I truly believe that there is a certain unexplained power that one can only see during our dreams. This book is about my nightmares and dreams, along with some true life events. In this book, you will take a journey into some of my visions. An open mind absorbs more clarity. Please enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665540049

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© 2021 Manny Coffins. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse   09/29/2021

ISBN: 978-1-6655-4003-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-4002-5 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-4004-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021920102

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Contents

The Tower of Rebirth

Trapped In Time

The Short Horned Demon

The Evil Hand

She Visits at Night

Double Terror

The Gleaming Light

The Chosen Evil

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The Tower of Rebirth

Hello, I’m Manny Coffins. I would love to share my dreams and nightmares with whoever picks up this book. Along to some truth that’s attached to each and every story in this book, you be the judge as to when the story is verbatim pertaining to my interesting life and when the fiction part begins. Feel free to assume that this book was never meant to be classified as fiction and let your imagination unfurl.

I have flown all over the world because I chose to become a soldier at the age of 18, but now that I’m older; I fear flight. I’ve been on a near crash landing experience while on a flight back to Kuwait. I’ll never forget that experience. I had to keep boarding flights to further serve my country, but feared flying each and every time. However, I boarded each time and swallowed my fear so that I would not make a mockery of my Army uniform.

I’ve had many dreams involving taking flights to destinations that can only exist in our dreams. On this particular dream we experienced hard turbulence and the pilot announced an emergency landing. The plane shook hard, people screamed in horror and it showed in their faces. To top it all off, carryon luggage was falling everywhere.

Just like the silence that follows a storm after the damage, that is what it felt like when the plane finally landed. It landed on a cloud with a building that was hundreds of floors high to the right of the plane.

As we exited the plane I see the building that’s hundreds of floors high, and hides itself amongst the cotton looking clouds. In addition, its true height disappeared once it surpassed the clouds above the clouds. The skyscraper looked to be made of a thick yet polished window structures that seemed to be made of giant blocks of polished quartz. The floor that led towards the entrance was glowing and changing colors like the Northern Lights. I carefully stepped off the last step from the plane and gently pressed my right foot on the floor. I could feel something hard but was hard to tell because the fog that floated above the floor reached up to my ankles. I saw the people in front of me walking faster towards the building. The floor was cold and had a crunching sound with every step I took. As I we got closer to the entrance the fog dissipated. I could see now that the floor was made of ice covered with a thin layer of snow. As we entered the building the temperature change was unique for everyone. It was as if an invisible force surrounded each and every one of us and changed the temperature individually to our own liking.

We entered the building. It was all made of glass or some sort. The floors and balconies were made of polished crystal. There was no lighting. The lighting used to illuminate exalted from the building’s solid quarts walls. They looked somewhat transparent from the outside, yet illuminated the inside gracefully.

As soon as we entered the building, there was a lavish gift shop to the left. It had all the attractions to lure in the people that prefer the finer things of life. A few people quickly went in there.

I walked forward along with the other passengers, and purposely started slowly falling behind. There was just too much to admire at just a quick walking glance. I was no longer afraid, but curious. There were luxurious crystal made fountains with birds that I had never seen before bathing in them. Their singing was enchanting and echoed gloriously within the strange building like opera notes. Those birds and the water from the fountains were everywhere throughout the bottom floor of the building. They fulfilled the air that in return helped muzzle the sound of the different conversations from the thousands of people walking around. The Northern lights coming out of the building walls illuminated the crystal water fountains and made it hard to see, bye enchanting singing of the birds guided my way somehow. To the right was a transparent shaft less elevator. I looked up and saw a narrow pathway that helped cross from the elevator to the left and to the right side of the building. Above that was another narrow pathway, and another, and another, until my eyes could not focus on how many there really were. What I could see was that there were hundreds of people walking through these narrow passages with a dead look in their eyes.

The only way up or down was through the use of an enormous see through crystal elevator, but those people were walking from the right to the left and from the left to right of the building bumping into each other as they all squeezed and used those little pathways. They all stuck to the same floor that they were in. For as many people that were in there, it made no sense that no one was using the elevator.

I was making my way to the elevator and heard barking. It was my dog. He had on a chest harness and was zigzagging around the many people with the leash whipping in the air as he ran at full force towards me. He got to me anxious and panting. I reached down to pet him and grabbed his leash. We proceeded towards the elevator and people around me started to follow me. The people that were on board with me all went their own direction and I could not see at least one person that flew with me to at feel some sort of comfort if at least one of them were to board with me in the elevator. There were people that looked like they were from the fifties and some from the sixties. My dog and I got off on the eighteenth floor. There were dusty bleeding cowboys with pale faces walking forward through the hallways. One of them had his shin sticking out of his leg as he walked peacefully amongst his group. They murmured in pain, but their facial features would not concur with their cries of pain. Even their cries of pain seemed fake and routine…almost like bad acting.

Everybody looked so real yet acted fake. I got back on the elevator with my dog by my side. I saw on one of the floors a group of men