Dream Of Spring Novels & Stories

the doctor said with surprise. “It feels like forever,” I moaned. “In the beginning, I found them exciting. Now, I just wish I could move further with them, or dream of something else. It’s like ‘Groundhog Day’ nightly.” The good doctor surprised me with, “Are you currently dating?” “Are you insinuating that I’m fantasizing about this hunk because I lack a boyfriend?” I asked, indignantly. “The mind is a complex thing. I’m simply looking for a direction in which to search for the reason behind your dreams,” she explained. “I don’t understand why you waited so long to mention them.”

It’s not like he has never heard of people, who thought of themselves as humans and later got to know they weren’t, but he was never the one to disclose such things. “I…” she began, twiddling her thumbs nervously. The chair squeaked as she shifted. She peered at him. “I...have these dreams.” Dorian’s brows furrowed. He leaned forward. “Dreams?” he prompted. Summer nodded. “Yes, like...like visions,” she said haltingly. His mind stuttered for a moment. Visions? How did she…? “How do you know?” he asked impassively although his heart had started thudding

I laughed as my hair braided with flowers flowed with my body movements as Arthur sat with a wine in his hand as he stared at me. I took step after step as I danced in front of Arthur whose brow arched as my hip shakes towards him. Whenever he would try to touch me, I would pull back and tease him. The festival of spring meant so many things to the three countries. Westoros was one of them as well as my mother's homeland. Spring meant birth, new life, renewal, everything that has to do with new including vitality. It wasn't dedicated to any god or goddess but the kingdom needed something to have a reason to waste money on food and wine.

Liz laid in bed next to Elena. They were both exhausted from the day and the nightly celebrations. Clearing her mind, Liz closed her eyes and allowed the day to slip away into her dreams. She was back on a field full of soft green grass and wildflowers. Butterflies danced in the air, and bees moved studiously from flower to flower collecting nectar. The occasional dragonfly darted by. Liz could hear birds chirping in the distance.

However, on the first night after our wedding, the dream I had been living in came crashing down. Thomas's gaze was menacing as he gripped my neck, pinning me down on the bed. "Rebecca! You haven't even apologized for bumping into me, and now you have the nerve to marry into my life!" he snarled. "You wish I were dead? Just wait and see how I'll 'take care' of you from now on." I gasped for air, my struggles futile. I wanted to scream that it was not me who had crashed into him, but it would not matter.

She fell asleep and dreamed about a butterfly. She was at home, and it was spring, and the fields were bursting with flowers. She saw a little black butterfly and followed it until the landscape turned from sunshine and blossoms to grey skies and snow. In the distance, a little wood house stood unadorned and bleak, with a lone stream of smoke coming out of a stone chimney.

Pointing at the urn in my hand, he shouted. “No wonder Hubert’s been having heart palpitations lately. So, you are the one who’s been harming him in such a despicable way. You beast!” My head buzzed. I had no idea what he was talking about. The others were just as baffled. Hubert’s face was deathly pale as he explained fearfully, “For the past few days, I’ve been vomiting nonstop for no apparent reason, and I’ve been having heart palpitations and tremors, so I found a psychic. He said someone in my family has placed a cursed object close to me. They mean to do me harm.”

" A spring breeze brushed through my hair, soft as a mother's hand. … Stanton Industries became Kirkwood Holdings. I never heard from Ryan again. He couldn't make it in Seacrest. No job. No money. He changed his name and moved somewhere far away. Alone with a kid. I imagine things aren't going well for him. And Emily? Who knows how many years until she gets out. By then, I'll have everything locked down. She can try to fight me if she wants. She'll lose. We met as children. We knew each other as teenagers. We were in a relationship for ten years. And now it's all gone. Love withered in spring; what grows in its wake is my rebirth.

The spring that followed was the most beautiful the kingdom had ever seen. It was as if the land itself had been holding its breath, waiting for the moment when the shadow would finally release its grip, and now it exhaled in a glorious explosion of life and color. The flowers bloomed with an intensity that seemed almost magical, their petals more vibrant than any memory could recall, their fragrance sweeter than any perfume. The fields were golden with grain, the stalks bending under the weight of their bounty, swaying gently in the warm summer breeze. The orchards were heavy with fruit, the branches drooping low with apples and pears and plums that glistened in the sunlight. The rivers ran