Lost Dreams Novels & Stories

Still alone. Still utterly, completely lost. The tears kept falling, silent and steady, until I finally fell asleep. And in my dreams, I saw Rylan’s face. Knox’s smile. The lodge on a sunny afternoon when everything had been okay. I saw everything I’d lost. Everything I’d never get back. And when I woke hours later, the sun had set and darkness filled the room once again. Just like the darkness that had filled everything else.

Then why can't you relate your dreams to the future? And I don't understand why you feel suffering when you have dreams. Anyone cannot be lost in this world until they have dreams. Just like the clouds cluttered in this lost sky, you have me to endure your dreams and a fainted image has been memorized in my view. "Amanda Parker, wake up I'm telling you this the last time." a fainted voice, engraved in my mind and before I could open my eyes. I had thousands of sprinkles of water on me. Like a splash in the midnight of the ocean, my thoughts were damped in the water.

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

Leaving one mesmerized by how the soft glow of the moon refracted on the opals of the locket. Lydia is fast asleep on the bed across the room where she and Morrigan stays, but Morrigan had been tossing herself on the bed for a few hours already, but it seems that the God of Dreams seemed to be elusive to her, refusing to bless her with a peaceful night of sleep. Every time she dared to close her eyes the nightmare she had the other night haunts her. The image of her mother lying in the middle of the sea of fire, bathing in her own blood always comes to her mind. Every time those vivid images come to mind she unconsciously quiver in fear. She's scared that once she surrenders herself to her d

They were still in that semi-dark room. Aslan was dreaming. She lied there, unconscious and bloody. He couldn’t reach her. His father’s laugh echoed in the place. And soon, she started fading away. She was disappearing into air into a million pieces. He was trying to scream but couldn’t. His voice was choked. And slowly she disappeared. He screamed but he was falling in a void. His body was stiff and he couldn’t move his hands or legs. He was falling. And falling.

Luxurious and comfortable rooms, delicious food, the best facilities and jobs that many people dream of. However, he must be patient until he recovers and find a way to return. he did not intend to stay long in someone else's house. He wants to return to Korea and his life. Currently, he was trapped here. His eyes felt heavy and sore. Jayden closed his eyelids. The effect of sleeping pills made him fall asleep instantly. Don't know how long he's been asleep. Jayden woke up to feel the warm sunlight hitting his face. The warmth of the sun this morning, very different from where it came from. Jayden woke up and blinked. Pain through out his body awakened him. Grimacing, Jayden got up from his

I cried for the Sydney who had loved Benji so deeply for five years only to be met with disdain, and for the Sydney who had worked tirelessly and never been recognized. As I wiped away my tears, I heard voices coming from behind the door. "Hey, did you hear? That gal Sydney thought working overtime all those days would get her promoted and married to Mr. Warren. What a joke." "It's all thanks to you, Ms. Lopez, for giving us this opportunity. We'll make sure to handle this project well." Esme sneered and said, "She's still a country bumpkin at the end of the day. No matter how much she tries to fit into high society, she'll never succeed. If I could remove her from the project once, I could

He wrapped an arm around me and murmured in my ear, "Annie, he should know by now exactly what kind of a gem he's lost." Then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. The phone, still buzzing wildly, was left to vibrate unnoticed on the table. Several months later, I had an unexpected dream. "Mommy, it's me, Noan. I finally get to be your baby again. I love you, Mommy." I woke up in tears, unable to stop crying. George pulled me into his arms, eyes filled with panic. "Annie, what's wrong? What did you dream about?"

“He did.” I don’t even realize tears have started to build until Daisy gently reaches out with a napkin. I don’t take it. I just blink them back and rub my fingers against my temple. “My dreams are the worst,” I admit. “It’s like I feel him more when I sleep. He’s there. Not always speaking. Sometimes just standing. Watching. And I wake up with this sense of loss, like I misplaced something I didn’t know I had.” “You didn’t misplace it,” Daisy says. “He took it.”

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”