Clay Soot Dream Novels & Stories

I said looking at the wall it was dancing on sternly. “You knew… we knew you wouldn’t believe me if it ever came to this that’s why you gave me this, he said as he brought out a very tiny globe that was emitting some king of light. Let me see if I can still remember what it was, it was emitting a dull sky-blue color. Then he said “This was part of what normal human being are not supposed to touch but your mother didn’t know, if you could touch it you would remember but I can't disobey the laws of planes.” “Still waiting for you to tell me something about myself” I said to it trying to decide if I can actually trust this shadow that says it is me from another plane.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

She pulled away and looked at me "My dream" "Come on, are you blaming yourself now? His death must have been a coincidence with your dream" I tried to believe as much as possible. "Let's go home" *** "Lunch is ready sweetie" mom called and I jumped out smiling. She carried a tray of cookies in her hands, walking towards me but she suddenly jerked and the tray fell off her hands to the floor, the cookies lettered all over her feet.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

I fumbled for the switch, squinting as the light cut through the dark. My breath came in ragged, shallow stabs while I sat there, waiting for my pulse to stop drumming in my ears. I didn't want to look. I already knew. When I finally lifted the fabric, the sight made my stomach drop. "Fuck!" Not again. Not another another wet dream. I gripped my hair, knuckles white, biting back a yell that tasted like copper and frustration. I forced myself upright, legs heavy, and dragged my shadow toward the closet to find a clean set of sheets.

“You’ll see me again, Lily.” I gasped, the air leaving my lungs all at once. My hands shook where they clutched the blanket. I wasn’t dreaming. I couldn’t be. Something had started that night in the forest — something strange and wild, something bigger than me. And deep down, I knew whatever had bound us together wasn’t done with me yet. It was still there, like a golden thread wrapped around my soul, pulling me closer to him even from far away.

He stammered, "I… I didn't get it wrong. The license plate on that car—it was the one you gave Madam…" "What?!" Wayne almost lost his footing at those words. By the time he came to, he was already shoving past anyone in his way, desperate to find her. In a haze, he remembered the time five years ago when he had thrown himself into danger to save Arden. He told himself he could save her again—even if it cost him his legs all over. But no matter how many survivors he searched through, she was nowhere to be found. His steps faltered only when he stopped in front of the mangled wreck of the car.

"Tell him I'll always love him." Tears blurred my vision as I ran, Aldo's cries soaking my bloodied shirt. Outside, the snow fell in heavy sheets, muffling the world. A dull thud and Hannah's agonized scream chased me into the night. ... Hannah's last words echoed in my mind, and I burst into tears.

“The place where dreams walk.” Serakha nodded. “Yes.” Lucian sighed. “Wonderful.” They began again, the wind sharper, colder. They began walking and snow started to fall — light at first, then thicker. But this snow wasn’t white. It was black. Lucian wheeled a flake of snow in his palm. It melted, and left only soot. Kael looked up, frowning. “Ash?” Serakha narrowed her eyes. “No. Memory.” Lucian turned to her. “What do you mean?”