A Midsummer Night's Dream Novels & Stories

I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world. … Good night, good night! parting is such

And with that, she steeled herself and hurried out the door, Rose following at her heels. This was clearly a special night, because the pathway leading through the forest was lit up by torches. Caitlin, Polly and Rose had but a short walk to go until they entered the large clearing, which was lit by even more torches, and encased by small walls of crumbling ruins. There was a wide block of hewn stone in the center of the grass, which they seemed to use as a makeshift stage, and the whole scene reminded Caitlin of something out of Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It was a magical forest setting, and she felt as if she were in a mini, ancient theatre.

Across the castle, Summer's dreams had begun, whispers of ancient powers and forgotten memories swirling in her mind. The night held its breath, awaiting the dawn, when secrets would be revealed, and allegiances would be tested. Summer's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Another dream, filled with cryptic symbols and eerie landscapes. She tossed off the covers, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. The darkness outside seemed oppressive, but she needed fresh air. Summer slipped out of her room, her bare feet padding softly on the cold stone floor. The garden beckoned, its moonlit paths promising solace.

I didn’t recall the faces or figures I was dreaming about or any one person in particular. But I’d later realize I was fantasizing about one particular hunk. I felt a little guilty about the dreams and didn’t say anything to Luke, not that he’d ever been the jealous type. But my subconscious was behaving like a cock-struck girl, and it embarrassed me— even when those dreams left me feeling lusciously spent or even better, all revved up for my husband, who I more than once pounced on in the morning. It was after one of these morning hookups that Luke said to me casually over breakfast: “So, which Jake are you dreaming about? The one from my office or somebody else?”

She showered under hot water and felt the tenderness between her legs. She dried off and climbed into bed. Sleep came slow while the beeping of hospital monitors followed her into the first dreams. Under it all she already planned the next night. She would check the hallway again. She would pull the curtain. She would take what she wanted while the floor stayed quiet.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg