Clay Soot Dream Novels & Stories

Clay sighed, “I don’t know if I can believe you.” Jenna nodded, “that’s exactly how I feel about you being a dragon.” Clay laughed as he looked at her. She could make out some of his facial features but nothing distinctive in the gloom. Besides his glowing green eyes, she had no reason to believe he wasn’t crazy and not an actual dragon. "Either way, I’m escaping. Do you want to come with me?” asked Clay. Jenna looked into Clay's glowing green eyes, “Escaping how?” Clay smiled, “My best friend is working on that now. He should be breaking through that wall any time now.”

she asked. I didn’t answer immediately. Because it wasn’t all. There was a second part of the pouch. And the words written on it were far more personal. Far more disturbing. I turned the parchment over slowly. “There’s more.” Aisha frowned. “What else did Zira say?” I stared at the ink for a moment before speaking. “It’s about Clay.” Her expression hardened slightly. “What about him?” I took a slow breath. “He’s started dreaming about me.” Aisha blinked.

Hoping that it will be the start to bring back the old Clay, that though in a peculiar way to do it, may its heart learn to forget and open up once more. Raising his hand murmuring in a whisper, Clay suddenly jolted up, almost scaring the hell out of Dylan as he screams in his sleep. “That guy, I knew him.” Declaring once more as he falls, laying with a sounded thud unto his bed. Dylan took a smirk, guessing a thing and two that Clay’s subconscious mind recognizes Sky, but he did not have a complete clue of who. “You have already known, yet somehow too blinded to recognize him, Clay.” He teases the drunken cousin who is now lying asleep on his bed. “Well, this wouldn’t hurt.” With Andrea's w

"I'm not, like, grooming your son or anything like that. It's just sex, y'know?" Sandra didn't know, but none of her follow-up questions seemed to be able to make Linda understand that. After the call, Sandra found her mind returning to the same thought over and over again. Fuckmeat. Fuckmeat. No matter what she did, she couldn't get the word out of her head. Fuckmeat. It was almost two weeks later, and Sandra was having a hard day. She'd slept badly. She'd had bad dreams, dreams of Felix, dreams of Felix and Linda. Dreams of Chloe and Felix.

~ The cloud rumbled, Heavy patter of rain drops on the roof awoke the sleeping Mareili. She rubbed her eyes and it took her a long moment to process that it was already morning.. Hm, she loved this. She loved it when she wakes to see a rainy weather. It makes her believe nature was trying to tell her to make peace with her soul and not trouble it with sadness. She propped herself up with a soft pillow, this time Leon wasn't by her side to surprise or rather shock her and she began to ponder if he had left already. She thought of calling him but immediately canceled the thought. She she slipped out of the bed and stood before her floor length framed mirror where she saw a horror of herself.

he whispered as his images fade away. My heart etched with so much ache as I opened my eyes. Alforo's eyes widened at me. Watching me curiosly, with bloodshot eyes. So did mine, and it didn't help what I saw on my dreams. It's someone who keep appearing through my nightmare. "Who's your mumbling, Ria?" aniya. I went up there. My tears flowed down there. My eyes screamed sadness, as I darted it to Alforo. I could see her grinning at my expression. But I intend to cut it.

* James * Our quiet morning didn't last long, just like how I expected. It was when midmorning, when I stepped outside to check the vehicle, I noticed the sky beginning to gray again, a slow, heavy blanket of clouds rolling in from the sea. The air shifted too, carrying that thick, metallic scent that always came before another big storm. I muttered a series of explicit words under my breath and tried to start the engine. And not even a cough came out of it. I checked the hood, the wires fine, oil is steady, fuel low but enough for the ride. But the battery was just dead.

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

“Clint, can you hear me?” The sound of the rushing water grew behind me as I touched down onto the bank. My feet sank immediately into the mud. The silt. The thick of it all. Making it even harder to get to Clint. I lost a shoe prying my foot out of that shit. I heard tires squealing on the bridge as the smell of burnt rubber wafted up my nose. Reminding me of that disgusting dream I hoped to never have again. “Clint! Can you hear me?”