روايات وقصص ضمن From The Depths Of Dreams

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

She wiped her eyes before she played another song and song along with it. “There was a time when men were kind...When their voices were soft...And their words inviting...There was a time when love was blind...And the world was a song...And the song was exciting...There was a time..Then it all went wrong..I dreamed a dream in times gone by...When hope was high and life worth living...I dreamed, that love would never die...I dreamed that God would be forgiving...Then I was young and unafraid...And dreams were made and used and wasted...There was no ransom to be paid....No song unsung, no wine untasted...But the tigers come at night...With their voices soft as thunder...As they tear your hope a

Daniel stirred beside her, groaning softly as he shifted his burned hand. “Sleep,” she whispered. He opened one eye, smiled faintly. “Lagos doesn’t sleep. Why should we?” Promise sat up, reaching for her notebook. She flipped to the page she had filled the night before: Dreams are heavier than fabric. Carry them with your spine. She tapped the words with her finger, then added: The city will bite. Learn to bleed without breaking. She closed the book and tied her scarf. Today was another day at Echelon. Another test. Another set of teeth waiting to clamp down.

That it wasn’t magic rising, or the prison reacting, or the ache returning behind my ribs like a hunger I’d failed to starve out. But I felt it. That edge. The precipice between numb and need. The dreams were waiting for me. They didn’t pound on the door or scream through the halls. They didn’t need to. They knew where I lived now. Where I breathed. Where I pretended not to feel. My fingers twitched. I should’ve taken more. The thought came unbidden. Sharp. Desperate. Take more and end it. Slip under and stay there. Let the dreams rot in the dark without you.

In cities of wonder, where dreams are made The streets whisper stories, of a world yet unafraid A world of possibility, of hope and desire Where hearts beat strong, and love sets the fire In the silence of night, where darkness reigns A light flickers softly, a beacon that remains A light of guidance, of hope and peace A shining star, that the heart can release In the depths of the soul, where emotions reside A voice whispers softly, a gentle, loving tide A tide of compassion, of empathy and kindness true A heart that beats strongly, with a love that shines through In the realm of eternity, where time stands still A mystic whisper echoes, a timeless, endless thrill

It possible, oh, ooh, From the bottom to the top, We're sparking wild fires, Never quit and never stop, The rest of our lives, From the bottom to the top, We're sparking wild fires, Never quit and never stop, The rest of our lives, From the bottom to the top, We're sparking wild fires, Never quit and never stop, The rest of our lives, From the bottom to the top, We're sparking wild fires, Never quit and never stop, It's not until you fall that you fly, When your dreams come alive you're unstoppable, Take a shot, chase the sun, find the beautiful, We will glow in the dark, turning dust to gold, And we'll dream it possible, Possible, ooh, And we'll dream it possible," Dime and I sang Dream It

SLUMBER AND A DREAM Amanda's mind slipped into the depths as she slept, the veil between reality and dreams growing thin. In the ethereal realm of her subconscious, a dark and unsettling presence lingered. As she wandered through the corridors of her own mind, an eerie sensation washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. A sense of impending doom loomed in the air, casting a pall over her surroundings.

“You want to be stronger,” the deep voice rung in everyone's ear. From the one at the deepest of the sea, drowning, to the one in the state of deep slumber, gaming, the voice vibrated through the deepest of their system. “Stood high and I'll grant the wishes in the deepest of your soul!”

"I'm here, my love. Let's dream together until you decide to wake up." THE END

The 19years old strolled to her bathroom and decided to have a shower before starting her day properly, she'd call her Boyfriend and brother too, though she didn't know if her careless dad had done so. ~ Oxford, stroke noon and the 12 O'clock oxford bells chimed loudly waking the napping dogs and sleeping babies, companies going into break and the superstores filled with buyers. Joachim Mateo, clad in a brown raincoat in the Drizzling afternoon walked into a book store which was opposite a south African student club building, He pulled down his hood, stared around the store before catching a sight of The keeper stretched on the floor in a corner of the room, his head below a wooden desk and