Broken Dreams Poetry Novels & Stories

During the wedding, visions of another woman in that gown kept flashing in his mind. Kimberly would look stunning in it. He owed her a grand wedding. Once Lotta was settled, he'd make it right with the biggest ceremony. He paced anxiously. "We'll go once Kimberly is safe." Lotta pouted. "But you promised. Every minute we're late means I see less of the northern lights." "They won't disappear if we're a bit late. Don't you have any conscience?" Richard snapped, losing it for a second. Lotta burst into frightened tears. "I-I didn't mean it. I just want to finish your promise on the bucket list sooner, so our lost baby in heaven knows his dad loved us."

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

Of who had broken her. “Don’t,” she told herself firmly when Kael’s face tried to intrude. “He doesn’t get space in my head anymore.” Her wolf agreed with a low, determined hum. Sleep claimed her despite herself. She dreamed of the moon. Not cold and distant as it had always seemed, but vast and close, filling the sky until there was nothing else. Silver light wrapped around her like arms, lifting her from the ground. Daughter of the forgotten, a voice echoed—neither male nor female, neither loud nor soft. You have been broken, but you are not ended.

The nights are the worst. Sometimes I dream in flashes, light, static, whispers of a name that never fully reaches me. In those dreams, I’m surrounded by fragments of code, melting away like snow in sunlight. I always reach out for someone’s hand, but wake up just before I touch it. My chest races, my fingers tremble. I tell myself it’s just a dream, but deep down, I know it’s something else.

Always standing tall, even while her heart was aching. coldly "If I don't mean anything, why can't you just leave?" through clenched jaws "Because I don't believe you." Because you're a threat. "Dangerous? For you? a bitter laugh "Yes." You make me crave things I promised myself I would never want again. Outside, lightning struck, illuminating the room with a bright flash. For a while, it seemed like everyone in the world was holding their breath with us. For a moment, her gaze softened, and I almost gave in. Almost.

Tomorrow, I would either prove myself… or fall. And as I drifted into restless sleep, one thought echoed louder than the pain, louder than the fear: I will not break. Not this time. --- ******

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2023-02-19 15:32:56 321Words Days passed soon , today sunitas mil was arriving home after five months , sunita was shivering from inflence and fear to fear of the stories she heard frm cousin in laws . But she was sure that she will not get affected by those scarry stories and will put into all her efforts to win her mils heart.

I felt something inside the crack, something breaking forever—the person I had bled into, this creature of vengeance. I sank to the floor, exhaustion wrapping around me, and I let it take me. Sitting on the cold floor, I felt the weight of the world heavy on me, keeping me tied to this harsh reality carved from grief and rage. Darkness gathered around me as my heartbeat echoed a broken rhythm—one beat, one tear, one fleeting memory of Winter. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the numbing sleep that swept over my senses. Dreams pulled me under, weaving a tapestry of familiar fears and echoes.

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

Everything we once were turns to ash in a single inhale, and the sight of it keeps me pinned in place, helpless to stop a moment that already happened. The dream fractures with the same abrupt violence every time. Hands grab me, rough and unfamiliar. Shouting echoes from somewhere just outside my field of vision. A blur of headlights slices through the dark as if someone is dragging a knife of white light across the scene. The cold sinks into my bones so completely that I feel it even now. I hear my own voice begging—“Please, don’t”—words I don’t remember speaking in real life but cannot escape in sleep. A crack follows, loud and jagged, as though something vital inside me breaks. A shove kn