The Causeway's EndWatermeloN


     I can't explain it. It's the feeling of knowing while not 

knowing at all. It's the feeling of standing alone watching the 

wind in perfect silence. No motion lest the motion of you hair

blowing in the wind feeling the air rush past you as if it is

some ethereal spitit pushing through the planes of reality.

There's nothing like it. It is alone in this world, as am i. You 

can't know how it feels to be naked and alone, on the Causewau's 

End.



     The Causeway's End,... An interesting place. Where land meets

water, where day meets night, where reality meets dreams and 

where yesterday meets tommorrow. A common place for things that 

have nothing in common. Where the strange, the surreal, and the

merely unusual combine to form the normal happenstance. And 

neat the end, is a little shop, A delicatessen, a coffee house, 

or whatever else your imagination can conjure up.  This is The 

story at the very unusual circumstance, that tend to occur in 

this little shop, called "The Causeway's End."



     You may believe what you will, but this place is always changing, 

shifting, settling in the most disturbing ways. One instant it is 

a black salt shaker that you are looking at, the next it is a 

white pepper churn. Some of these shifting are more noticable 

than others, like being in a room filled with people and then 

being alone in that same room. We get many interesting people in 

this place, all with stories to tell.  They always seem to tell 
    
us weither we want to hear them or not.  Me, I'm just a simple

shopkeeper.  But i have some interesting stories myself