Blank Dream Novels & Stories

“No, Cole, the man in the room isn't Alessandro. He's rather a monster.” As if on cue, a howl resounded throughout the house and Thalia shivered, “You can hear that? It's Alessandro!” Blaze moved towards the curtain and stared at the sky. “I did the same thing when I saw him changing. It's weird, and his eyes didn't have their usual colour. Instead, it was a vantablack.” “Shít!” Blaze yelled, moving to the door. “You need to move away from the door, Thalia.”

Everything went dark. ******

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

It sounds obsessive, but no one could blame him. “Waah! Beastie, you’re here!” Briane and Blame sprung from the sofa, their eyes bulging as they looked around. Briane’s heart was beating fast. He slept yet again. Guessed he’s just too tired of last night’s art block. Meanwhile, Blame was catching her breath. She just had a very bad dream about Dark, their last fight haunting her everywhere she went. Putting her hands on her lips, Reigna giggled. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up!” She twirled her snow-pink hair, which she tied into two ponytails, leaving yet again bangs to cover up her wide forehead.

It suddenly turned the Wasteland pitch-black, no light reached the ground through the waste clearing, the smell was still as stinky as a rotten cheese. The type of dark that transpires in a complete solar eclipse, blocking out the light, the noise, the feeling of being, leaving you in the silence of stillness, if only for a few seconds. As the blackness comes Catherine watches herself be erased, eyes open, and seeing nothing at all, the only sign of her being in the constant thump of her heart and the cold air in her lungs.

It was a busy day for July. After the end of her vacation, July had to return to work at the company, which is what crossed her mind when she opened her eyes this morning. July is getting ready to go to work. Though last night's dream was so long and strange that it made her incredibly tired. A dream that feels vague, but leaves a bad and gloomy impression. Because of that, July's whole body also became sick and not feeling well. When she comes out of the bedroom she finds the reason. In the living room there are so many empty bottles of liquor on the dining table. When July gets to drink that much it means her mood is completely ruined. But what happened last night when July was drunk, she

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

It’s as though their prayers are starting to be heard and their desire to save Odessa has become an amplifier. The dark energy seems to be scrambling and suddenly detaches itself from Odessa. A gust of wind caused by the energy suddenly snaps around, making their hair fly around and their clothes to billow. A whistling sound begins, sort of like when a kettle is reaching its pressure from heat. It causes tinnitus in their ears that seems to get louder. The candles blow out, but the power pulsing in the room grows brighter and brighter. It’s a good thing their eyes are closed as the light would be blinding. There’s a warmth spreading through the room.

TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing.