Broken Dreams Poetry Novels & Stories

The sunlight was bright, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Those dark years when I was imprisoned felt like a distant nightmare. But now, my restless dream was finally over. My life had only just begun. My phone on the desk vibrated. It was a picture message from an unfamiliar number. It was a photo. Inside a ruined shack, two beggars who barely looked human curled up in a corner, fighting over a moldy piece of bread. I recognized them as Kyle and Jessica. Below the photo was a line of text. [This month's update.]

Chapter 14. First Step to make it Reality Either it was a dream or dream turning into reality. Denzel was afraid to open his eyes. He thought it will break once he opens his eyes. He never imagines one day he would spend his life the way he was spending now. With care, love, happiness surrounding him.

When she woke up from her stupor the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside her window, and she found a bunch of dew-covered lilies on the front of her door. The wind blew gently, carrying away every last bit of her horrible memories. Melanie thought that it was really time for her to start all over again. Farewell, Raymond Johnson.

We stand together in the dim shimmer of the moon, its rise slow and trembling across our skin—two fated, burning souls. And in the stillness of my heart, the world tilts, rotating around our bodies. ☾ ✦ ☽ Morning breaks beautifully— a promise of a new day, always assured. Then—sudden thuds, the crack of bombs outside. I bolt out, heart splitting open— and what greets my sight freezes me. My eyes widen to the unthinkable.

She crouched, touching a glowing letter. It pulsed once beneath her fingertip, warm and alive. > “The world’s writing poetry now,” she murmured. > “Or asking questions,” Adrian said behind her. He knelt, studying the lines. “They’re fragments. Conscious thoughts trying to connect.” > “Like a baby’s first words?” > “More like a symphony learning its first note.” The words kept appearing, vanishing as soon as the rain touched them. > “It’s thinking out loud,” Mira whispered. “We made a world that dreams.”

Still unsigned. She didn’t even wait to go inside. Standing on her apartment steps in the warm afternoon sun, she unfolded it with trembling fingers. You look for freedom in places you once felt safe— in clinics, in crowds, in borrowed laughter. But have you ever asked the wind why it returns to the sea? Or the stars why they wait for the dark? You are not a girl meant for cages. Not for golden rings or glass castles. You are wildfire beneath silk. You are every unspoken dream I never dared to write—until now.

"You are breaking under a weight no one should carry alone. Breaking means you ask for help. Failing means you would rather drown than admit you need it." Draven's hands shook violently. "I keep seeing it," he said, his voice rough. "I keep having a dream of losing you. Losing the pack. Losing the child before it even gets here. Every road I look down ends in blood. I cannot turn it off, Buttercup. I've tried."

he sneered, his words lacerating me like a thousand blades. The room swirled around me, the weight of his words settling upon my shattered heart. The dreams we had meticulously woven together, the future we had envisioned, crumbled into dust within an instant. The agony of my barrenness merged with the searing torment of his betrayal, leaving me gasping for breath within a world veiled by darkness.

The Stiletto's she wore shined with sprinkled stones. From one second to the next, she was reminded of her past, after college when her parent informed her they wouldn't be supporting her dream. She felt an agonizing pain in her. Even now after four years, that memory still made her want to crumble on her knees, it devastated her. "Gabby?" Jemima interrupted her thoughts Gentle hands placed on Gabby's shoulders. "You look beautiful" "Thank you so much, for all your help. I can't believe you did this in an hour, I don't think I would have been able to pull this off by myself”