Novel & Cerita Books About Nightmares

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

"You're the first person to know I have nightmares. I have successfully been able to hide it from everyone. It's something I pushed behind my mind. I make myself forget about it every waking moment. It's already become an involuntary action," Leon listened to her as she spoke and when she was done, he kissed her forehead. "I understand, Lillith. I used to have nightmares as a little boy, too. It was the worst. All I saw was blood and dead bodies. Gory images that always left me traumatized each time I woke up," "How did you overcome it? I can't seem to overcome mine. It's starting to get disturbing. I don't want to traumatize Henry with my cries at night,"

I stared blankly at the hospital ceiling for a long time, wondering if it was all just a dream or if I was… "You're awake? You collapsed from overworking yourself to exhaustion before your colleagues found you and sent you here. How are you feeling now?" Holding a clipboard, the nurse rattled off questions and quickly recorded my condition before rushing off. I pushed myself upright, and something fell from my arms. It was a brand-new notebook that was beautifully made and even carried a comforting scent. I pressed it to my chest, and only then, a wave of relief at having survived a great calamity washed over me. Everything was over. I'd woken up from that terrifying nightmare for good. … Wo

Flashes of the past hit me and I push down the memories deep down, where they belong. "And the nightmares, the fucking nightmares. Growing up I had a lot of fears, too many thanost people and it haunted me. I developed insomnia and till this day, I'm not sure if I'll ever have a normal sleeping schedule. That's why I'm always working. I've grown so used to it that I can't remember what it was like not to work every single moment of the day,"

Monday night, Ruth had one of those nightmares that psychoanalysts love to make a big deal out of. She dreamt that she was... no, it wasn't she. She dreamt that she was someone else, and she was naked in a public place, with everyone staring and pointing and making noise. She had some books, and a large notebook, and she tried to cover her breasts and crotch, but she dropped them, and people laughed when she couldn't cover herself with her hands. It was a frightening dream. It was just a fragment, really. Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

"Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?" I stood up, making a shot for the garbage can with my cup. It bounced off the rim and scared a stray tabby cat. Well if that wasn't a metaphor for this conversation, I don't know what was. "Because I sure as hell didn't when I'd asked him to take me home!" Fun fact: Nightmares are actually very sweet once you get past the teeth. Not so fun fact: They like sudden drops when flying. "Promise. Details," Noelle threatened with a current of magenta magic sparking at her fingers. "Now!"

I scream that they may have tattooed me, but I’m not one of them and I don’t want to go on anymore stupid missions. It works better than I hoped. Carden doesn’t stop by for days on end leaving me with my nightmares. They become stronger with each passing day. I wake up breathless. I wake up crying. I wake up with my fists clenched to the point of having bloody nail marks dug into my palms. I wake up with a scream. And then I don’t wake up at all.

She stretched her arms, looking around the room. Her heart nearly dropped when she noticed the man still heavily asleep behind her. She looked down at her chest and a small gasp escaped her lips. She quickly grabbed the blankets and covered her exposed chest. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She muttered under her breath. The memories of the other night were slowly flooding her head. It was like everything was coming to her all at once. She’d had sex, with a stranger nonetheless. This couldn’t possibly be happening. Except it was.

Then he said, "Can I tell you something?"I nodded. "When I was young, maybe eight or nine years old, I used to have terrible nightmares about losing my family. I would wake up screaming, convinced that my parents and siblings had died and left me all alone." "What did you do?" I asked. "My mother would come into my room, just like this, and she would sit with me until the fear went away. She told me that nightmares were just our brains trying to process our worst fears, but that didn't make the feelings any less real or scary."