Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

Dim light filled the whole room again as I placed it above the bedside table. I stretched my body and roamed my eyes around the room. My eyes darted to the painting that hangs on the wall. I remembered that my Grandma Momma used to stare at this painting from time to time. I went in front of the painting as I stared at it carefully. My head creased and my eyes widened when I saw the blue part of it move like waves. I blinked multiple times when I thought that I was hallucinating. I even pinched myself. But to my horror, the painting was really moving. I was about to scream at the top of my lungs when a light blurred my eyes and the next thing I knew, a force pushed my body and the painting s

Something rippled in her mind. Where are you? Why do you refuse to come to me? That voice was a venomous hiss of fury. She stopped, horrified, and pressed both hands to her head. It was her nightmare, the same voice calling to her, echoing in her mind. The nightmares were coming more often, haunting her sleep, disturbing her waking hours, creeping into her consciousness at all hours. Sometimes she thought she might go mad. She approached a rippling stream. Stepping stones, vibrant splashes of color, flat and welcoming, paved her way across the crystal-clear water. The stream was icy cold when she bent to idly trail her fingers in it. The feel was soothing.

Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive. As the rain of blood intensified, so did my screams. The crimson drops seemed to absorb the resonance of my cries, creating a dissonant harmony that mirrored the disintegrating fabric of my own psyche. The nocturnal landscape bore witness to my agony, each scream etching a mark on the desolate canvas of my tormented dreams. Relentless torment persisted, an unyielding barrage of pleas and cries punctuating the breakdown of reality around me. In the throes of the nightmare, my screams became a haunting melody of despair, a soulful lament that seemed to merge with the

Salvatore Villa – Julian’s Bedroom Julian's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare, his constant companion over the past twelve years, haunting his every waking moment. They all spoke the same message. Revenge. Impending danger. And the haunting past. But this time, there was something different. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, with a face that refused to take shape. He couldn't fathom if it's a male or female. Julian's mind recoiled from the memory, his thoughts fragmenting like shards of broken glass.

That night, that brutal night that presented me with a horrible, free show without a care in the fucking world for my age and tenderness as the darkness birthed that doom that became a mental note and a fucking mental painting and picture that has been there, eating me up whole, cemented in my brain as if it were made with me, infused with my blood and ran through my fucking veins and even plagued my dreams, turning them into hideous nightmares, a vivid fucking nightmare with clear, unhinged details as it gives me free tickets to back to that night, a free chair and free chains to bind my weight to it and tapes to keep my eyes open as it replays that scene that the four-year-old version of m

She thought she would have another dreamless night, but instead of seeing pure darkness, she saw a lot of blood. Familiar faces—dead or alive—appeared in her mind. Blood covered their bodies, faces contorting in pain, tears streaming down their faces. They’re different persons, yet they all were screaming the same thing. “You are useless!” Mallory abruptly opened her eyes. She sat on her bed, panting hard. It was a nightmare. A terrifying one. A nightmare? Mallory bitterly smiled. The reality-induced nightmares. And the words they said were… Not entirely wrong. Mallory inhaled sharply, wanting to shake the thought out of her mind.

I chose to remain silent, accepting the blame because I know how hard it's for her. It's hard for both of us… Heaving a deep sigh, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and for a second , I didn't recognise the person who was looking right back at me. I looked pale and exhausted. Even though I had applied light make-up, the dark circles on my eyes were still visible. It was hard for me to fall asleep last night. Each time I closed my eyes, I woke up to nightmares. The death of Melissa triggered the memories of my parent’s tragic deaths.

Melissa The scream that tore from my throat was raw and primal, ripped from the very depths of my soul. I bolted upright in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with the cold sweat that drenched my skin. It was the same nightmare. The one that had haunted me for as long as I could remember, a twisted reel of memory and horror that played behind my eyelids every time I closed them.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.