Dreams Of The Dying นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

I tried to get up, but I only made it a couple of shaky steps before collapsing by the bed. Despair hit me like a truck, and I could not catch my breath under the weight of it all. Seeing how differently Yvonne treated Wade on social media, I knew it was time for a change. I quietly 'unfriended' Wade and, with a sense of finality, circled my departure to Avrika in bright red on the calendar.

It was obvious that the two of them were partners; their attention was reserved only for both of them, and it seemed like the other passengers in the train did not exist. “Was it about this train?” Sonia asked. There was a note of alarm in her voice. “Yes,” he replied. “It derailed?” “Yes, how did you know that? Were you in my dream?” “No, I think... I think we had the same dream.” Sonia looked genuinely worried now. “In the dream, I did not see my grandchild. I could not, did not get to see her,” Greg said. “The gods forbid it,” the older woman said, ending her declaration with the snapping of her fingers.

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 ..."

Her perfect full-lips were fruity and gave him the urge to kiss her. When he felt a hand shaking his shoulder, he didn't want to open his eyes, but continues seeing those eyes staring at him, those lips curling into a smile. He cursed whoever had interrupted his dream. “Charles!” He flickered his eyes open at the mention of his name. He whined, as he met his mother's long face. “Charles, thank god you've opened your eyes,” Mrs Spielberg said, sighing in relief. “I thought you were dead." Charles sat up straighter from the cushion he had slept on, and gazed at his mother wearily. “I would wish to die in my sleep and spent the rest of my life with the mysterious redhead angel in my dream."

To behold who he once was and realise he was no more. Visions of him, grey and eerily stiff, occlude my dreams at night. They’re often bleak and dreary when he can’t speak to me. Sometimes, I dream of when his coffin was lowered into the ground. I recollect pixelated prints of his cold figure, desolate and insentient. Those are the days I wake up happy.

The image in her head getting gorier and gorier. Finally she pulled out of the it, the dream ending with a chilly laugh, one that made her cold down to her spine. Breaking her wet lashes apart, she still met with nothing but darkness. She knew she had to tell him. The last dream had been about Nimah and Diana. And now, she wondered who was next. “Cruz…” She called out weakly. Her feet feeling sore and her body ached as though she had really lived every single event. As though the dream was real.

I heard myself say “Since you’re not going to be accepted by your people, you can be useful.” “It’s not that simple, they would try to kill me and as a dreamer I get the most painful death” “I thought dreamers are immortal” I said “With our powers we are but once they get drained, we are just like any other person on both planes” “I don’t think calling for help is working because I’ve been trying to call for help since but I don’t feel anything” I said with my voice shaking with fear “I really don’t want to spend my whole life here.”

Do not count coins Count stars you want to reach Progress beyond infinity You are not born for limits You will counter success You will set new peaks What time couldn’t serve You will give the world For you dream On the bed of rest Let be active Your every dream Your new dream Your new dream Of life Of courtesy To me I with you Held stronger Than you can see Than you can believe Death won’t touch you Dying can be no one’s destiny Dying can be no destiny You will live another day today Live wisely Do not fault Do not commit new sin You be praised For you the sane Is supported by my Good will Great will Just like you dream You dream You dream Do not counter self Give self space to survive Coun

" - - - - Saturday evening was so bored and quiet, having dinner with Joachim was worse. He paid less or no attention to her, his earphone blocking literally his hearing and his cell phone distracting his sight, that Mareili felt he wasn't even there at all. She had to rush her meal, leaving him and rushing to take her bath. After bathing, Mareili sat on the porch as she watched weak sun disappear into the horizon. The clouds rumbled, and for some reason Mareili thought the rain and the sun were fighting for dominance over the earth, this was what her mother made her believe whenever the rain threatened to fall and the Sun refused to vanish. When the sky turned grey, and the horizon released