Novel & Cerita Nightmares Poems

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.

All I can do is feel the air around me move and whisp past my face and hear the breeze rush up into nothing. Right before I hit the ground, I hear something loud like a train and then when I think it’s gone, I hit something with such force that I bounce up and fly back up into the air before coming back down. Opening my eyes, I realize that I have fallen out of bed, and I am on the hardwood floor next to it. The room is still dark except for the faint light that is seeping through the closed door to the hallway. Years later, I still shake my head when I think of those nights of not knowing if what I saw and heard was real or part of a nightmare that kept recurring.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating fog. The room was bathed in an ethereal light as Luna realized it was all just a dream, a twisted creation of her fearful imagination. Yet, the remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving her trembling with the weight of a reality she couldn't fully comprehend. As Luna sat there, breathless and tormented, trying to process the horror that had unfolded in her subconscious mind, she couldn't escape the pervasive feeling that there was more to her nightmares than meets the eye. The secrets of her past, the tragic fate of her mother, clung to her like a shroud of mystery, leaving her yearning for ans

Valerie said as she shuddered. "Yeah. Well, let me get back out there while these are cooking. Don't worry, Val, I'll be careful if that guy comes back in here." "Alright, girl. I'll talk to you later." Tabitha wasn’t going to tell Valerie about the dreams involving Mark. Those were the real nightmares. They had evolved from just him raping her after being with the man she couldn’t see. There were several where he forced himself on her. She shuddered as she thought about those. That was part of her past that she didn’t care to remember.

Her thoughts drifted into the treacherous realm of her own nightmares, which had morphed into a nightmarish ordeal of their own. These dreams were insidiously becoming more vivid, more nightmarish, as though the universe had conspired to transform her nights into an unending reel of terror. Each night, it was the same haunting scenario that played out with relentless persistence: the pleading eyes of an unknown figure, the thunderous echo of gunshots that tore through her consciousness, and the paralyzing sense of despair that gripped her very soul. These nocturnal horrors had become a prisoner of her mind, relentlessly ransacking her peace.

No, a puzzle, but somehow a clue, that goes like this. "Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours.

Lysandra Pov It has been two days since Arion returned to his family. During these two days, my sleep had been nothing but torment. Every time I closed my eyelids, eyes as dark as night came to haunt me. The nights had turned into nightmares. Black irises appeared in my dreams, merging with oppressive, shadowy landscapes. Menacing silhouettes loomed around me, tightening their grip on me with suffocating darkness. I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding violently, unable to escape this infernal grasp.

It was another nightmare. ***

Amelia's POV The night air was heavy with a sense of unease as I lay in bed, my body bathed in sweat. Sleep had eluded me for nights on end, replaced by a series of haunting nightmares that left me shaken and fearful. Each night, as I closed my eyes, I was transported to a realm of darkness and mystery, where cryptic messages and ominous warnings whispered in the recesses of my mind.

I can feel myself growing weaker with each passing day and some mornings it takes all my strength just to drag myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Sleeping has become nearly impossible as well. Most nights I barely manage two or three hours before either the pain or the nightmares wake me again. Dark circles now sit permanently beneath my eyes and my body constantly feels exhausted no matter how much I rest. The nightmares are somehow even worse. Every single time I close my eyes, I see destruction, death and blood. It always feels horrifyingly real, as though I am not dreaming but actually living through it. I see this pack burning to the ground while screams echo everywhere around