My Dreams Are All Dead And Buried Novels & Stories

Maybe I should be grateful. Maybe I should be thankful that someone out there saw a spark in me, handed me a ticket out of that hellhole, and gave me something to believe in again. But the truth? That spark is flickering. And I’m going back to the place where dreams don’t just die—they get buried alive. ---

“I dreamed some dead bodies dug themselves up out of the ground in an old cemetery and walked around the graveyard like a bunch of zombies or something.” “Why does that trouble you? You were probably just remembering part of some movie or TV show you saw. I hear zombies are all the rage right now.” “That’s what I thought at first, even though the dream seemed so real. It’s what happened the next day that kinda freaked me out.” Rave’s face grew serious. “What happened?”

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

“No. That’s not what this is.” I shoved him away and scooted to the far edge of the bed, putting distance between us. “Then what is it? Do you know what I just dreamed about?” My voice cracked as tears welled in my eyes. “Your funeral, Killian. The mausoleum was in pieces.” I didn’t say that I felt like every person he’d ever killed had gathered around me as I looked into his coffin. I didn’t mention the girl who looked like a mixture of the two of us I’d seen kneeling in front of the stone.

Dreams pulled me under, weaving a tapestry of familiar fears and echoes. In the darkness of my dream, I was alone in a vast, black space—a universe without stars, without light. My breath was shallow as earthy scents filled my senses, grounding me in an endless night. I felt trapped, the darkness taking my space, my air, until the rough feel of wood under my fingers revealed the truth—a box, a coffin holding me in its wooden grip.

Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death:

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

"Does anything ever come for free to you, Mr. Blackwell? Like this deed you are doing right now? Is it really for free? Or is there a gratification for you at the end of this where you can say ... 'hey, I did this for you, so what are you going to do to repay me?'" Malcolm inhaled deeply, "You can try and justify your actions however you like ... there are other ways to help young people to achieve their dreams without extortion," he chuckled. "I think you should come to terms that you can no longer play this game ... I trust that I won't be seeing this again from your company, because next time ... I won't let you out this easy." He stood up and gathered his things to leave. ********** It w

How sweet it would be right now to feel nothing. This didn’t happen, though. There was no clemency. She was, and always would be, anchored to this delusional planet. To this hurt. Somebody up there, please help us. We’re dying down here. Can’t you see that? Our land is honeycombed with tombs, and it’ll crumble under our feet one day. Soon. I’ll build a bridge from me to you out of corpses. Just promise me you’ll be there when I arrive. You need to pinkie-swear I won’t be alone.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!