Nightmares Poems Novels & Stories

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

CHAPTER 18. HAUNTED BY MY NIGHTMARES HARA LUCID NIGHTMARES. That's what they call it. Because in the nightmare I'm having at the moment, I'm aware that I'm dreaming, that I'm having another nightmare. And they weren't just any random nightmares, they were a reoccurrence of my past with Roland. *

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

Faith's Pov: I woke with a gasp, my chest tight as if I had just run a marathon in my sleep. The nightmares were relentless, plaguing my every dream. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since I was a child. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I was pulled into a nightmare that felt too real, too vivid. I blinked rapidly, my gaze falling to the alarm clock next to my bed. Three in the morning. Of course. I groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto my pillow, my body a tangled mess of frustration and exhaustion.

She was scared to close her eyes, to drift into the darkness where nightmares awaited. Every night, the same horrible scenes played out in her dreams. She was back in that house, trapped, unable to escape the torment. She felt the cold grip of fear and the helplessness that came with it. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, the nightmares persisted, vivid and relentless. They left her waking in a cold sweat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The trauma of her past clung to her, refusing to release its hold.

(No body nose) , I exclaimed and death embraced him quick. Well now that you've gotten a glimpse of my wicked dreams, you now know the power of imagination. Dreams are a boon. They let you escape from the cruel reality into a wonderland where sorrow is not known and darkness is nothing but a mere word. Nightmares on the other hand are scary but still thrilling. To sum it up, everything related to human mind, is exciting and mesmerizing. Your mind is a powerful weapon, use it wisely and don't let your demons take control.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

She was my anchor, my protector, and she understood the depths of my fear. The more the nightmares continue to haunt me, I keep yearning for an escape from the clutches of those terrifying memories. I longed for a peaceful night's sleep, where dreams were filled with serenity and not the echoes of tragedy. The horrible nights went by each one filled with trepidation as I braced myself for the onslaught of the nightmares. Sleep became a battleground, and I found myself growing weary, both physically and emotionally. But the more I have those nightmares the more it carves in my heart to avenge them. And sometimes I think it is their souls reminding me not to forget about them. Not to forget ab