My Dreams Are All Dead And Buried Novels & Stories

I couldn’t risk leaving it on my bedroom knowing full well how his noisy ass will read it all and risk myself not seeing any vision again as my aunt said. I sat down on a single, bright yellow seat with my feet dangling on the armchair as a comfortable smile escaped my pink lips. This has to be my favorite place so far. My eyes scanned my handwriting as I read every single definition I found. To dream of a corpse coming back to life suggests the ability or willingness to put something behind you and move on My corpse being burned was the first thing I saw, but what could I possibly put behind me and move on? My past? My human life?

A dream, another nightmare, i will wake up soon, i will wake up soon. I want to wake up. But I didn't. I have to wake up. I shook my head as more tears left my eyes. The bleakest blackness was taking hold as I looked back at him. He lost his balance and almost fell. I clutched into him and realized this is not a dream, it cannot be, dreams can't make you feel this much pain. He dropped to the ground and I dropped by his side. Shaking. I was shaking. I cried and i cried harder. Something in me broke as i wailed in despair, "NO!"

"Is that what you said I won't understand?" "Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!"

"I couldn't help it. I was bleeding, that bleeding that night shattered my whole dream. I felt wretched, I was deteriorated. I screamed harder expecting my friends to hear that screaming of mine. No one –no one was there to help. My friends left me to myself, they turn deaf ears and ran off. I mean, I could still see their shadow before my eyes turned blank. They were the last thing I saw that night. Just a night they said, but that night made me realized the kind of person they were. All I could thought of during that time was just to stab myself to death, he could have just let me die instead, rather than making me suffer that day. I passed out during that moment he was on me. I woke up an

The only wake-up call waiting for them was that I was just a broke college student who couldn't even afford rent. My lips parted, but no words came. Instead, a tired sigh slipped out as I sank deeper into his hold. I was so confused. Hades…what do you even want from me? The thought lingered, as I shut my eyes. I wasn’t sure, but I could’ve sworn I heard him chuckle, just before everything faded into darkness. *** I always had this dream. In the dream, I was dying, just like my mother, father, and elder brother

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

Thinking about that, my eyes stung. With what little strength I had left, I turned and said to Jason, "You didn't keep your promise, but I kept pushing you away. I guess that makes us even." Life moved forward, one way or another. As soon as I finished, he suddenly buried his face in his hands. The sound of his crying leaked out from behind those hands. Ragged. Broken. His sobs echoed through the ancient and empty church, as if refusing to go away. I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop.

Because if I did— And he wasn’t real— “I saw you,” I said, my voice trembling despite everything. “I saw—” My throat tightened. “I buried you.” The words hung between us. He didn’t react the way I expected. No denial. No confusion. Just… Understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “You’re dead,” I whispered. The word felt wrong even as I said it. Because he didn’t look dead. Didn’t feel like absence. He felt like—

Then he makes a sound. Low. Short. Not a word. Something beneath where words live. The entire left flank folds inward like a hand closing. Maya’s grip tightens on the radio. Marcus makes another sound. Different. The formation opens. He is not relaying information. He is not telling them where the dead are. They already know where the dead are. Everyone with eyes, ears, or a functioning sense of doom knows where the dead are. He is doing something else. Something Maya has no useful word for.

Now, the memory felt like the cruelest joke imaginable. After leaving the bathroom, I picked up my phone and searched for a professional disappearance service. Then, I dialed the number. “I’d like to purchase your highest-level death simulation package. The date will be… seven days from now.” It would be the day of our wedding. Before I could finish speaking, a surprised voice sounded behind me. “Clara, who are you talking to at this hour of the night?" My heart leaped out of my chest, and I immediately hung up.