Nightmares Poems Novels & Stories

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

Isadora: Sleep never came. I lay in bed until the candle at my nightstand drowned in its own wax and the shadows along the ceiling grew restless. They moved like ink across water—sliding, stretching—until I couldn’t tell where the room ended and the dark began. The nightmare from last night still clawed at the edges of my thoughts, a silent fire licking at my ribs. Every time I closed my eyes I felt it waiting, patient and merciless. By the hour before dawn I gave up.

But as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't shake off the feeling that her life would never be the same again. Matilda's sleep was plagued by nightmares. She tossed and turned, her mind filled with images of her parent's death. She saw their lifeless bodies lying on the ground, their blood staining the grass. She heard their screams of terror and pain echoing in her ears. The nightmares were vivid and terrifying, and she couldn't escape them.

My world was on fire. My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn. My heart pumped no blood, My lungs breathed no air. I was still, like a thief in the night. I stumbled out of the hole in the ground and looked at my surroundings. Only darkness, no one in sight. As I stood there waiting for this nightmare to end Waiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind. A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul.

Charlotte’s POV I woke with a start at half past two. My heart was pounding, and I’d broken out in a cold sweat at some point during my nightmare, making my hair stick to the back of my neck. Another nightmare. Just like most nights. I sighed, having grown all too used to the feeling by now. My dreams were often plagued with images of blood and undeveloped lips forming the word: “Mommy”. My miscarriage. It never got easier, even if the nightmares were routine by now. Usually, I managed to fall back asleep, but this night had been a little worse than normal. I decided to make myself some tea.

Asher wasn't drying, I was drowning, it wasn't real. I awakened with a start, my heart racing and my body drenched in sweat. The echoes of the nightmare linger, haunting me like a ghost, refusing to release their grip on my mind. I tried to shake off the lingering sense of dread, to convince myself that it was only a dream, but the images were seared into my consciousness, impossible to forget.

With that thought, he closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to engulf him, and prayed for the strength to overcome the trials that lay ahead. But instead of finding respite in sleep, Dirk was plagued by a series of vivid and haunting nightmares. In his dreams, he was trapped in a maze of darkness, pursued relentlessly by shadows that whispered his deepest fears and insecurities. He fought to escape, but the walls of his subconscious closed in around him, suffocating him with their weight.

Every time I think I’ve buried those memories deep enough, they find a way to resurface, like ghosts determined to drag me back to places I’d rather forget. My past has turned into my worst nightmare, a relentless torment that refuses to loosen its grip on me. Lately, sleep has become a rare and fragile thing. Whenever I do manage to close my eyes, I’m plagued by nightmares that feel all too real. Faces, voices, moments I wish I could erase—they all come rushing back the moment I let my guard down. The darkness isn’t just in my dreams; it’s woven into the fabric of my thoughts, tainting even the briefest moments of peace.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.