Dreaming Bird Novels & Stories

" Sira nodded, and the two of them quickly prepared a small box with a soft cloth base as a temporary bed for the bird. Sira carefully placed the bird in the box, making sure it was comfortable. A few days passed since Sira took care of the injured little bird, and from then on, Sira felt braver. She was no longer afraid to sleep, and nightmares no longer haunted her. Instead, every night she dreamed of exciting adventures with her imaginary friends, including the little bird she had helped. However, one night, when the full moon shone brightly in the sky, something strange happened. Sira woke up in the middle of the night to a soft voice outside her bedroom window. It sounded like a beautif

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

I turned it off again. "There's one thing I don't get," Hunter said, shifting in his seat. "Almost all the things I saw in my dream I've found: the house and Ezra. But I saw a bird, too. A raven. Does that mean anything, or was it just nonsense? I asked Ezra last night, but he didn't answer, just changed the subject." "It's not nonsense. I think it's just still painful for him to talk about." "Why, what happened?"

“And I felt so, so disgusted back then.” I nearly cracked my brains trying to remember, but it didn’t ring a bell. “Do you know what the nightmare was about?” I wondered. Dylan hummed. “Something about…a bird?” he began. “I think you used to say he had red eyes, and you used to wake up screaming at midnight, accusing that thing of trying to stop you from opening some box?” He explained. “You used to get them every night, and each time you did, you always called out the same words…but it was all very vague, and never really made sense.”

The world was replaced with one that I had created, or had paid an engineer to create at least. I was in my meadow, like the ones that I had seen in the movies of old. The grass swayed from side to side with a wind that was so real I could almost feel it. There were times that I could even trick myself into feeling it, and with the boost on my side tonight I was sure I could probably do just that. There was a river that ran about a hundred yards from me, and beyond that was the darkness of space, but filled with an infinite amount stars. It wasn't night time, but just over the horizon my dream world ended and the emptiness of space began.

I whimper at the taste of blood in my mouth making me feel sick knowing the source and what it likely means. “She didn’t mean it, I promise she didn’t,” Liliana cries while looking up at the wolf not afraid for herself, but me then I catch a glimpse of why. I whimper when my eyes find the Benji on the ground with his throat ripped apart making me tear my eyes away to look up at the large familiar wolf. “Raven?” His link connects to mine and my eyes widen not sure why I can hear him knowing I should only be able to hear my pack members.

I looked at the glowing Grand Tower in the distance and said, “Thank you.” After that, I ended the call. I put my phone away as the wind from the river swept past, scattering whatever last trace of dust remained in my heart. Not far away, Dean stood under the warm city lights, waiting for me with a faint smile. With each step, I walked toward him and toward my new life.

She chuckled and cupped my face, then unexpectedly threw her face in mine, plastering wet kisses from my forehead down to my lips. “Hey, baby.” I yawned and wrapped her in my arms. “Morning, Sunshine. How was your night?” “Fine. Birdie didn't have nightmares anymore.” “Wait…” I laughed my lungs out. “Since when do cats have dreams?” “I—” She shrugged and twisted my hair around her fingers. “Birdie is special. She sometimes cries in her sleep.” Oh, wow. “Now, she doesn't anymore. She sleeps like a baby.” She drags the last word like she’s the oldest relative of Birdie.

* That night, Layla had a dream. She was eighteen again, but unlike her usual nightmares, this one was peaceful—no storms, no blood. She was hiking up a mountain, a backpack on her shoulders, surrounded by birdsong and breathtaking scenery. She snapped photo after photo, her camera filled with vibrant images. But in the dream, time was a blur. One blink, and the sun was already setting. Standing at the mountaintop, she watched the sun dip below the horizon, its warm light bathing her. The gentle mountain breeze wrapped around her, like a comforting embrace.

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.