Melancholy Nightmare Novels & Stories

BUTTERFLY Darkness is falling again But I know that mortal sleep Turned into a nightmare in a rocking cradle... My frozen consciousness, nourished by the venom of a sorceress scorpion, was slowly recovering at dawn. An endless crackling of records in my mind... There is no melody, the corners of my mind are filled with terrible melodramas. Didn't I die in the middle of a nightmare last time? If all that I saw wasn't real, it must have been nasty pus running through my dark mind.

___________________________________________________________________________ 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

his voice was calm yet sombre. “Nightmare as in a bad dream?” “Bad dreams were named after nightmares, Callista. They are spirits who torment dreamers, feeding off of the terror they create.” “And he works for your brother?” I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, making my mind up to confront him about everything that had been on my mind over the past few weeks. “Morpheus, you need to explain everything to me. You can’t leave me in the dark anymore, not when nightmares are attacking me and women wake up from a coma to tell me you’re in danger and need my help.”

3rd pov; Multiple running memories that fades and dissolves, leaves a painful impact on the soul. There is nothing that can be done. All we can do is blame. Blame on the mind that flows in the direction of the repetitive scenery. Thus that’s how the movie is replayed whenever the button is clicked. The two Melani brothers stayed with Elena the whole night. Their hearts ached for the their little sister who whimpered and silently cried throughout her sleep. Her nightmares reappearing before her eyes like a broken film once again.

That look of disappointment was haunting me… No, focus on driving and getting Melody home. She needed to rest. She was exhausted. Worry about Damon tomorrow. With that, I pulled myself together and focused on getting us home. __ I barely slept last night because I kept having nightmares. I wouldn't stop seeing Damon's eyes. Sometimes, they jumped in front of me while I was driving and I ended up crashing or I would look into them and go insane. Or that one nightmare where everywhere I went, I couldn't look past the disappointment in his eyes.

he mumbles, almost in a whisper, massaging his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering emotions. Shaken by the vivid nightmare, Dean sits on the edge of his bed with the unsettling emotions stirred by the dream. The darkness of the room seems to press in on him as he contemplates the haunting vision of Kaitlyn. "Why do you keep haunting me?" he mutters, the words hanging heavy in the silent room. The echoes of his nightmares and the weight of guilt leave Dean in a state of profound unease, caught between the waking world and the remnants of his troubled sleep.

The sky was streaked with soft gold and pink, the kind of sunset that made you stop and breathe it all in. It had been a while since I’d heard anything out of New York. Last I knew, Caelen had gone back to his old job—working as a busboy at someone else’s casino. And Samatha? Her father had married her off to some wealthy businessman, probably hoping to squeeze out one last benefit. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised. We can’t expect a man like that to raise a daughter any better. I inhaled deeply, letting the sunset fill my chest. And for the first time in years, I smiled with peace.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

I smiled in return as I nodded. “Maybe you’re right,” I said. Past memories? Well, most of people were good at recalling and keeping past memories that shouldn’t be remembered, and bad at forgetting past memories that should be forgotten. “Um... you’re a lucid dreamer, right?” she asked, and I nodded as an answer. “Why? Do you experience nightmares as well?” I shook my head. “I practiced lucid dreaming to reunite with my mom,” I said which made her a bit shocked.