Granting You A Dreamlike Life Novels & Stories

Somewhere I can live in a quaint little house, surrounded by the beauty of nature, and revel in the simple pleasures of life. Perhaps, if the fates align and serendipity smiles upon me, I will have the opportunity to turn my wildest dream into a reality. I will become a local pianist, captivating audiences with the mesmerising melodies that I create. Every note will be an ode to the life I have left behind, and each chord will resonate with a sense of newfound liberation.

She understood that dwelling on what could have been would only serve to dampen her spirit and overshadow the beauty of her present reality. With a wistful smile, Zelda allowed herself to fully embrace the ephemeral beauty of her dream. She cherished the warmth of Chris's imaginary embrace, the laughter of their imaginary children, and the joy that radiated from their hypothetical family. In doing so, she acknowledged the depth of her emotions and found solace in the knowledge that life's complexities had brought her to where she stood today. As dawn broke and the dream dissipated like morning mist, Zelda awoke with a newfound appreciation for the path she had chosen. The dream had served as

The gentle sway of the yacht and the distant sound of waves create a soothing ambience. After meeting Alice, I realized how incredibly beautiful life can be. “Alexander, you know I have always dreamed of having a house for needy people to do something good for this world.” There is a different spark in her eyes when she shares about her dream with me. “Then fulfil your dream, Alice. I’m with you. My all money is yours. Do what makes you happy because my peace is in your joy.” As I give her my support, placing my hand on her face, her eyes well up with tears of joy.

I blinked up at him, confused. “Write two lists,” he continued. “One of everything that’s ever bothered you. Everything you need to sort out. All the little things that keep you up at night.” “And the second?” I asked. “A list of everything you’ve ever dreamed of doing. Even the wildest ones. Even the things you never dared to say out loud.” “Why?” He leaned down, kissed my forehead. “Because you’ll be living only in your dreams from now on, princess. That’s the life I’m giving you.”

With his sweat soaked, tanned and unshaved face wearing a familiar smile and his big, brown eyes looking into hers earnestly, without setting any definite premise, standing on one of the black and white boulders by the road to the hill top, he just let his mind out: “Hey, can we be co-dreamers forever…I mean, like…we work in a cycle you know…you dream something and we work together to make it a reality…and then…I dream something, and we work again together…and then, it goes on like this forever. I mean…can this happen?” “Yes,” she replied. It was as spontaneous as breathing. “Tell me then, what are you dreaming now?” he had asked. “Let’s run-away to London,” she felt like saying. The dream,

“You!” One of them threatens as they all gang upon him. Yet by their punches that never landed unto him as he evaded each one swiftly and without an effort. He replied with a two and three and sometimes one, as they all fall bleeding and unconscious at their wit's end. Now and at the moment, I think that if Cinderella had her Prince Charming that swept her off her feet by a dance, and with a shoe that leads her to her happy ever after. I may be having mine now, yet half of my heart and mind are protesting that I might be dreaming. Yes, dreaming for the impossible as I may wake up now and find myself defiled and left in the cold street of this night. A fleeting dream that will only remain lik

Orion's eyes widened. Even Elias looked emotional. Lyra stared at the tiny light. "What is it?" The Dreamer's answer echoed softly. "Possibility." Silence. The spark brightened. The world seemed to hold its breath. The Dreamer continued. "Every dream begins with a possibility." The tiny light drifted closer. Settling between Lyra's hand and Kael's. Neither touched it. Yet both felt its warmth. Its life. Its future. The Dreamer's voice softened.

Matt uttered and I just nodded to him. It is not that we always hang out. My lips parted as I stared at the moon. It was trying to lighten the whole village and people should be thankful about it. We need to be thankful about everything we have, I just hate it whenever people keep complaining about the life they have when in fact they are much luckier. There are a lot of people who is suffering more than they experienced. They are just too demanding and doesn't want to be contented. I heaved a sigh when I heard my brother calling me inside the house.

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.

Taylor said with a smile, I turned off the recording “What do you think of my dream, do you think it's lame?” “Of course not, it's actually beautiful, ethereal, it's simple yet more like a soul healing type of lifestyle, it's a life where you don't need too much to be happy cause the natural things of life already made you happy and you're fulfilled, it's a life where the smallest things make us happy and you don't to compete with anyone over silver or gold, it's a life that anyone with healthy lifestyle would crave for now I feel like I want to genuinely experience it too”