Dream Sad Novels & Stories

she said, tears beginning to stream down her face. Tiodor sighed, irritated. “Get up, turn around, and leave the damn room,” he thought. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked, unable to stop himself. “In hindsight, my life is crap,” Libia said, her voice hollow. “The only people who ever loved me are dead.” The man sighed again. Few things were more annoying than a woman crying. “Aunt Elena always calls me useless. She makes me bring her coffee every morning, then parades me around to her business partners like I’m some kind of prize. Does she really think I know anything important? My dad used to call me his princess, but now I realize I’m disposable.”

Although she's got a feeling that she's not going to like whatever answer he has, she needs to know. "The river of sorrows," he answered. "Is that metaphorical or...?" Hades was silent for a moment and she could have sworn an emotion passed his face but before she could discern what it was, it was already gone. "It consists of dead dreams, failures, disappointments, regret, and sorrow. When people die, they bring those with them. And it flows right here, somewhat sustaining this place. They're the ones making this river its color." "That's...incredibly sad."

Dave had a dream that night, the same dream that haunted him repeatedly, hurting him. He dreamed of screaming to prevent it, but it was too late. He screamed at Daisy who was lying covered in blood; the blood was so much that it filled his hands, coming from Daisy's head. Moreover, when then the blood grew more and more; Dave realized that he had no hope, that he had lost it all. The ending of her dreams is always the same, filled with sorrow and a painful void.

I'm mentally exhausted, dear diary. I miss Campbell, I miss Ivy and Alicia, i muss my former school. I miss Lisa. Yes, Lisa was a big bully but I still miss her. I killed her, and I feel so bad about it. I wish I could have stopped the accident, I wished she had believed my dream and I wish I hadn't had any dream in the first place. I hate using inhalers but I'm getting used to it. I hate not having anyone to text, apart from mom and dad and granny. Diary, please keep me awake till morning, I really feel very sleepy..."

While I’m thrilled not to be on that torture rack and to have Katrina with me, something feels wrong. Like a hurt in my heart that’s not mine. Sure I have plenty of reasons for my heart to hurt like this. My parents were murdered, my pack was massacred, my best friend was executed, and I’m in a coma. I can’t seem to wake up despite knowing my other best friend, my mate, and their pack is in danger. So many reasons to feel this sadness, yet I know it’s not mine.

once those words left my mouth I started sobbing silently. “I had promised not to get ahead of myself with you but I guess one can’t control their emotions, especially when love is involved. I really thought you liked me the way l liked you but I guess not. I am bad at reading the signs, aren’t I? I wish I could be angry at you for hurting me but I can’t instead I am angry at myself for not being someone you could develop feelings for. Lydia said its bad for me to be dwelling on this but I can’t help it. I hope the new year comes with good things for you, I wish you well. Sorry I keep on crying, damn these tears.” I say as l wiped the tears and tried to control my voice.

"I am so sorry for everything. I can never know exactly how you must be feeling, I haven't experience all this I mean –so much pains, bad experiences –I am really sorry for everything you've lost in such a short time." I embraced her tightly and whispered to her ears."I love you Amy. I love you girls a lot," the girls came closer and wrapped their arms around me."I never let those word hurt me Amy. It wasn't your fault, you just don't know anything about my past." I disengaged from the ladies embraced and wiped off my tears, then I turned to Arnold with a smile on my face. "With this Arnold, can you now see that without you, as long as I have my friends with me and my mum, I will be so much

Damian swore. He was a little annoyed but tried to mask his annoyance. After all, he had just lost his baby. The two things that managed to make his emotions rise earlier were Selena miscarrying and the baby disappearing. They were actually the same thing, but realizing both at once felt different and like being stabbed twice in the same place. Moments later, Selena woke up again. This time she wasn't just dreaming, she was actually awake. Selena looked at Damian who had moved his chair, becoming right in front of Selena because before Selena had her back to him.

Everyone present was wondering what her dream was about, she didn’t seem like she was going to talk about it either. “I heard your screams from downstairs, what happened? Why are you crying?” Minx said as she rushed to Daisy’s bed to hug her. “I had a terrible dream and in the dream, Jordan was killed just as Seth was about to be killed too.” Daisy said. “It’s okay, mom, it was just a dream, Jordan is fine and I’m sure that dad is fine too, you don't have to worry, okay? I’ll have Jordan spend some more time won’t you so that you will be convinced that have okay.” Minx said, trying to console Daisy.

"It's okay,,," "I'm f**king sad,,I just can't get her off my mind. It's crazy but I'm really in love with her,,but now she's going to end up being like Melody if I don't give up on her,,I don't want her to get hurt just because of our silly feelings. I hate myself" Seven wipe his tears