From The Depths Of Dreams Novelas e Histórias

that night after Zayn manager left him in his room and Zayn slept and dreaming about Sara suddenly and he also meet Sara in his dream . O heart, you're mad, you only know what you think, you only know what you think, o mad (heart), why you show me dreams sleeping and awake, as dreams rain drop by drop, closing the eyes, closing the eyes, as dreams rain drop by drop, closing the eyes, How do I walk, I can't see,the unknown paths..

And I fell into darkness. Dreaming of fire. Of death. Of secrets buried so deep. Not even I could reach them anymore.

As the words left his lips, he dragged his exhausted body back into the bedroom, not having eaten or drunk anything all day. Without looking back, he reached for the door and shut it behind him, sealing off his mother's voice along with the rest of the world. No matter how much he tried to restore it, the bedroom could never return to what it once was. The paint on the walls, scrubbed away with steel wool, left uneven scars behind. Steven pulled a chair over and sat at the foot of the bed. A strange, almost trance-like smile hovered on his lips as he settled in.

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

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death:

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /

There’s no winning against my eyelids as they finally clamp shut, closing out the world. In the darkness, my mind tumbles through surreal dreams. My dad appears, I think to call out to him, but my voice can’t reach across a wide ravine separating us. I glance down into the deep scar it carves into the earth. Streaming through the gully like an oily black snake runs a river of pitch. When I stare into it, a cold sweat breaks out across my body. Then I hear something calling out to me. It’s not dad, it’s a little girl’s, I flipped my eyes open trying to figure out what that dream was all about.