Big Big Dreams Novels & Stories

Kendall We all have big dreams. Dreams that we wish to come true, that’ll change our lives forever. But we also have nightmares, and those can also change our lives forever. I’m living in my nightmare right now. Each day I wake up wondering what’s next in my life today. Ever since I decided to go to the altar and say yes, my life has been a disaster. And it’s something I have to live with.

Most times, it was difficult to tell when she is cracking a joke and when she is being serious. “Mother.” Lisa pouted. “I have been busy.” She resumed walking into the building, ignoring the series of greetings that were thrown at her. “It is not easy to run a huge company.” “I know that. However, it is easier to make a grandchild, isn’t it?” Lisa paused. So, this is what the call was about. “I don’t know.” “Of course, you don’t. have you been trying at all?” Go ask your son and leave me the hell alone. “Of course, we have been trying; and having to run businesses and meetings, it is difficult, mother.”

Joana spoke with tearing eyes. Emma leaned in and hugged her" it's fine, let's leave the past to rest in the past" she spoke calmly with emotion. Her past life was nothing to remember."Emma, you are your mother's daughter. Aunt Mariana would be very proud of you if she was to see you right now. Despite all that happened to you, you still managed to fulfill your dreams. Am extremely happy for you" She praised her in between sobs. Emma had always wanted to work in a big company and get married to the most handsome man in the world whereas Joana wished to exist as a famous actress but hers was not in reality yet.

“Only two more blocks.” “I know where Burger Queen is you goof.” Emma chuckled. They turned a corner and were in the Burger Queen parking lot. The parking spots nearest the dumpster housed two vehicles. The vehicle closest to the dumpster was a brand new, pearly white, full electric, full a.i. 2067 Mercedes G Wagon. Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic.

I don't dream because sometimes we'd never have the things we want no matter how much we dream to own them Why waste time on illusions? Yet he says 'Dream. Believe. Make it happen' _Yara Chizaram Williams ••• "Flying pigs, aliens taking over the world, sunshine doing rainfalls..." Toby's jaws dropped open in shock, wondering if she knew how asinine she sounded. " Teqs, who the hell has dreams of flying pigs and aliens like those are so very impossible."

Even if I have to sacrifice the entire Solomon family, I'll bring him back. Chris struggled desperately, but she held him down. "Do you think recording a video will make Zac forgive you? Keep dreaming!" Chris screamed in agony.

“Just leave her, Charlotte. I’m not surprised she’d play this lame game, considering how casually she throws around breakups.” Arthur grimaced hard and glared at me. “That’s enough. How many times do I have to tell you that Charlotte is family. You should be more accommodating instead of being so difficult over something so minor. “Is this how I raised you, Naomi?” I looked up and met his eyes with composure. “It’s not something minor.” I would not consider realizing my shared dream with my mother something trivial. With that, I hauled my suitcase down the stairs. Caleb marched upstairs and grabbed my suitcase.

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

If you had asked me what my dream job would be, I wouldn't have told you it was to be the maid of some rich man. No. My dreams had led me down a path of adventure and romance. Freedom to travel and experience the world my mother so feared. I had hoped to escape her fragile portrait of a perfect family and home. And when I went to college I really believed I could one day live out the dreams my late night fantasies conjured up. And don't get me wrong I tried. I went to all my classes, made friends with all the interesting people, I did my assignments, albeit last minute, and even held down a part-time job in the bookshop outside campus. For a while everything looked bright and great. That was

"I'm older and more experienced. You're just a teenager who needs to be in school, playing games with your peers and dreaming" "Kings don't dream" "Who says you won't dream? How do you move your little village forward without a vision? Tell them the truth because eventually it would be figured out" "I won't let them know"