In My Dreams I Hold A Knife Novels & Stories

“Someone had suddenly come into the room in my dream and was going to kill me with a knife.” “A knife? Did you see the face of this person? What was the person wearing?” “I can't recall, but I'm certain whoever it was was a woman.” “Can you describe this person?” I nodded, slowly explaining in detail how the woman looked, while he listened with rapt attention. My eyes suddenly rested on something lying in a corner. Dane followed the movement of my eyes and sprung to his feet. “Isn't that.. a.. knife?” He retrieved it with utmost care, placing it right between us.

Fright manuevered over my body. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was a shiny, sharp, and pointed thing poking out of her forehead. Suddenly her face sliced open as the knife bored out of her forehead aming for my eye. The knife’s tip stopped right before my eyeball, an inch away, and vanished. I gasped taking in deep breath and opened my eyes. I hastely sat up straight and looked around me frantically. I felt like my soul departed my body. I curled my knees and covered my face with both palms. “It was just a dream,” I whispered to myself.

Grabbing a hold of my own knife 23 Grabbing a hold of my own knife. And on this knife my story is carved on it. And on this knife my story is carved on it 8 I got some hand pocket knifes. Some guns they gave me attaching the to my hips Some guns they gave me attaching the to my hips. Some guns they gave me attaching the to my hips Rapping my hands and attaching knifes to them. I got my hacking phone 13 I got my hacking phone. Which I use on missions and a bomb.

She stabbed herself, pushing the blade deep into her stomach. "No! What did you do?!" I screamed, watching the streams of blood dripping down from her lower belly. A shaky breath escaped her lungs, and she looked at me, madness in her eyes. Then she tossed the bloodied knife beneath my feet. Goddess… This reminded me of the dream I had, but there was no way I would pick up the bloodied knife. "Lya… it may not be too late," I said, my voice trembling. "If you can just help me out of this circle, I could heal your—"

He looked more frightened than I expected. “Ahh! Shut!” I yelled, jerking his head off and flinging the knife. ‘Oh hell, oh hell.’ I scratched my hair, scattering it. This is crazy. This is insane. I can’t... I can’t let any of them die. I can’t… I know it’s a dream but still. I just can’t.

I grew frustrated as I continued to struggle against his grip. In a moment of rage, he punched me hard on the cheek, leaving me feeling weak. As my desperation grew, I noticed a small knife on the couch nearby. Without thinking, I grabbed it and stabbed him in the chest three times. I screamed in a mix of fear and relief, only to wake up abruptly, gasping for air. Realizing it was all just a dream, I sighed heavily, finding the bedspread drenched in my sweat. Mia hurriedly entered the bedroom, a worried look on her face, with a knife in her right hand.

I grabbed the small knife by the side of the table and dropped the bag in my hand. Approaching him softly, I gripped the knife in my hands, they were suddenly sweaty as I moved closer to him with trembling fingers and bated breath in fear and anticipation. I looked at his face, his eyes were currently closed, but this face is the root cause of all of my nightmares, of all of my problems.

"The knife finds those who are meant to wield it. As will you, when the time comes." "I don't want to die!" "Neither did I." She's almost gone now, just an outline against the trees. "But sometimes love demands everything. Sometimes the only way to save what matters is to let go of who we are." Then she's gone, and I'm falling… I wake up gasping, tangled in sheets soaked with sweat. My room is dark except for moonlight streaming through the window. Normal moonlight, not the blood-red horror from my dream. But when I look at my hand, I swear I can still feel the weight of that blade.

Ben's rescue. Still shaking and crying, I crawl towards him and saw a knife, with blood over it, the sharp edge facing up. As I reached out to take the knife, I heard the weird voice again. *if I were you, I won't touch that* I spun around so quickly but I was met with nothing, no one, just the empty backyard, with my scream echoing..

Would he really come for me? Or am I truly alone this time too? I’m still wallowing in my thoughts when something cold brushes against my thigh. I stiffen. Slowly, carefully, I reach down and pull it out. A shining knife gleams in the moonlight. My breath catches in my throat. It’s the same knife. The one I had grabbed earlier and threatened to stab Khlan with. He had turned then, distracted by his men, and I had grabbed it. Slipped it inside my bra for…