My Dreams Are All Dead And Buried Novels & Stories

And the bus engine rumbled to life again. I drew my knees to my chest, still trying to wrap my head around it — the impossible truth pressing in on me. I was… dead.

I needed no one to tell me what his dreams were all about. It was all over him and it kinda made me sweaty. Geez! His dream was about how I was killed in my past life. Was the universe trying bro play some kind of weird game with me because none of it seemed to make any sense.

‘Mama is crying’ The picture placed on top of the coffin caught my attention. I almost passed out. I see Eric’s picture on top of the coffin. I feel an unbearable pain in my chest. The world suddenly stops at once. People begin to disappear one by one. I watch how the older women dissolves into the thin air. And the young girl turns and her big rounded pair of eyes looks straight at me before she disappears next. Until it is only me and the coffin left. You are dead. I look at his picture. You are dead, that is why you always appear in my dreams. I cried. You are dead, that is why I see you move in my house. I speak looking at the man from the picture, as if the photo is alive and is looki

She rummaged through my clothing, looking for something in particular. "Oh yeah? What was it about?" "It was terrible," I reiterated, remembering all the new faces I had encountered in this dream. Chad, Ashley, Sandino, Carly. James. Damon. "Well, don't hold out. Tell me." "I had a dream that you and dad... were dead." She stopped, turning to face me. Her face was serious. "It felt so real. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had." She smiled, as she came and sat at the end of the bed, eyes staring over at me.

“It kinda makes me sound like a mental case when I put it that way.” “No, it doesn't to me,” I gave her my sarcastic smile that let her know that I could never see her like a mental case. “But that isn't it; in my dream last night I saw Laylan and Artimous riding through the forest really fast. Then they went to the Mortal World so that Artimous could show Laylan where he had been killed. Then they met a man named Daemon. He was crying because he was mourning the death of his horse. But like, what are the odds?” I took a deep breath from my hasty explanation. Her eyes shot to mine, they were wide in surprise, and I thought that she had seen what I had seen in this situation. But instead, she

"Dear dad, thank you for everything. For loving mom so much and not leaving her even during her crisis of miscarriages. You're indeed the best dad in the world. I hope you don't miss me too much. I promise to be around here watching over you and granny even though you won't see me. Tell granny that I love her and that I'll visit her too. Tell her that I'll be joining Uncle Cornell in heaven. And mom. I've even started imagining myself sitting and talking with him but I guess the dead don't talk to one another, do they? Tell Ivy and Alicia (if they ever ask after me) that I will miss them and that I still love them. I'm so happy because I can see peace before me. Soon. No more scary nights, n

Death! “Just a dream,” I murmured. The thought of death and how bloody it was in reality was too much for me to handle. And what's more to see myself drowned deep to the bloody of flesh that pile about in the deep of some sort of a lake. I panted and exclaimed even louder, “Wake up, wake up! It is just a dream, Altara!” “Yet, it wasn't,” the voice of that girl repeats over and over inside my head, unable me to believe of my own words. I almost lost myself to the deepest of mystery that bound on me, it chained me and crawl on every ounce of my being.

Quinn batted her eyes dramatically at Serena, who nodded calmly. “Sophia, I understand you’re grieving, but in our family, we bury our loved ones. Push him back right now,” Serena said tearfully, fixing her gaze on my hands gripping the gurney. I smiled faintly. All I needed was a gentle push, and Lannister would meet the flames. “Mom, cremation is the modern way. Besides, Lannister is already dead. He won’t feel anything anymore.” I subtly pushed the gurney forward.

"What do you think, Mommy?" Marilyn giggled. "Then I'll try too." The four of them dissolved into laughter, a picture of perfect harmony. Lucy switched off her phone. She gathered every gift Steven had ever given her, every letter he had ever written, carried them to the rooftop, and set them all on fire. Ten years' worth of memories. There was so much. It took her an entire night to burn them all. Maybe even the heavens wanted to help. As dawn approached, rain poured over Hartemis City. The ashes were washed away, leaving no trace behind.

Today I fell asleep in the closet and dreamed about when I was little. I dreamed about when Mommy was still alive, the two of us together. The dream started out golden like watered-down honey. Then it slowly turned pink, until it became blood red. In the end, a gunshot in the dream jolted me awake. Now I understand. My childhood died years ago, with Mommy, in that one gunshot. I wiped off a cold sweat and went to the bathroom to splash my face. “Isa, why are you so pale? Are you all right?”