Fever Dream Novels & Stories

There were her parents, laughing together, the sun was shining down on them brightly as the three of them drove down to the coast for the day. Her father hadn't seen the man driving at them on the wrong side of the road until it was too late. The screech of brakes was amplified now in her dream, her mother's scream was echoing in her brain. The car rolled over and over again until blackness took over and she woke up screaming. Instantly, the room was flooded with light, and Declan rushed to her bedside. His face creased into a concerned frown as he saw Gemma's pale cheeks, the tears still flowing freely. He caressed her face.

“He only had a high fever when he was little.” My voice was not loud, but the surrounding chatter fell silent at once. “Who says that makes him an idiot?” Miles jerked his head up, disbelief trembling in his eyes. Evan’s face darkened completely. “Clara, do you have any idea what you’re saying?” I lifted my glass and took a small sip without answering. Miles was still staring at me blankly. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something. But he was too anxious. When he stood, his foot caught on the coffee table.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

I can vaguely hear him talking on his phone as my head lulls to the side and my eyes remain shut as I drift off to sleep a dreamless slumber. Turning in my sleep, my foggy brain registering that there is something soft under my head and warm and equally soft over my body; this brings me out of my fog enough to see a pillow is under my head and I am covered with a fleece blanket that is black, white and red stripes. My cheeks tinge to a light pink color that Black Jack was kind enough to do this for me. "Hey kid, have a nice nap?" he chuckles from the back side of the couch.

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

His words made me believe he has not taken a strong position about my dream or nightmare, as I put it. "Fever-dream?" I turned to face him, in slight anger. The little force which I had applied when I turned around made his hands almost fall off my shoulders. "Is that what you call this? Ridiculous!" While I lamented about the unseriousness the Alpha had shown towards my dream, Eric on the other hand was cackling. "Hey!" I hit Eric slightly on his leg. "What's so funny?" "Nothing is funny, honey! But, the participants in your dream, I'm afraid to tell you this, make your dream a Fever-dream! I think Ammon was right when he gave your dream that name!" He had hardly finished when Ammon began l

She had a difficult time telling if anything was real or if it was just a dream. When her fever was at its highest, she found herself soaked in her own sweat and her mind was in a flurry. Her speech was slurred, and she couldn’t think straight. The only thing that calmed her down was the light scent of honey and pine. She felt someone hold her hand while she struggled through the fever.

I was trapped in this sinister dreamscape, at the mercy of the inhuman entity before me. As the face reached out to touch me, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat and trembling. It was just a dream, I told myself, but the haunting feeling it left behind lingered, like a ghostly presence in the room. The fever had intensified, making my room feel unbearably hot and oppressive.

she couldn’t finish the question. “Hey shhh! It’s okay. You were out for maybe a couple of hours. And your cousin is great. She’s still a little worn out but she’s already up and giving people hell. Look at me.” She nudged Elly’s chin until she brought her black eyes up to meet hers. “You are having fever dreams. That is it. None of this is your fault. Do you understand me? Just try to rest and if your dreams get too crazy remind yourself that they are only dreams.” Elly nodded. The relief brought tears to her eyes but the dream still nagged at her. It felt so real. She could feel her mother, smell her even. The heat of the bonfire against her skin was so vivi

I was right there and he couldn't hear me and he kept walking into empty rooms and walking back out and each time he walked out the door closed behind him with a finality that felt permanent. Then in the dream he stopped in a doorway somewhere and took out his phone and said something to whoever was on the other end in that flat operational voice and I watched his face and I watched the moment he made a calculation he put the phone back in his pocket. And walked away. I woke up gasping with my face wet and my whole body shaking and for one terrible second I didn't know if it was the fever or the truth. I pressed my back against the wall and breathed. It was a dream. Just a dream.

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