Nightmares Poems Novels & Stories

I had failed her, despite promising myself that I wouldn't let her cry. My mood soured and I felt shittier than before. “Let's sleep.” She nudged, trying to place my back on the bed. I resisted. “Damon,” she sighed. “What if I have another nightmare?” I had had five nightmares in two days. I didn't think closing my eyes was a luxury I wanted to engage in anymore. It was as if the demons in my subconscious lurked around nearby, ready to yank me into darkness anytime I let down my guard and closed my eyes.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Every breath tugs the collar tighter against my throat. Hours pass. Or minutes. Time is slippery when you’re waiting to be hunted. My legs give out. The chain holds me up. My shoulders burn. My head lolls forward. Eventually the exhaustion wins. I fall into sleep the way you fall into a grave. And the nightmares come for me. My father’s throat torn open, eyes staring at nothing. My mother curled around her swollen belly, blood pooling beneath her. Silas laughing, golden hair shining while he drives the knife in again and again.

He woke up drenched in sweat, clutching his blanket as if it were a weapon. Mia avoided mirrors entirely, terrified of what she might see. The vivid images of clawed beasts and shadowy landscapes haunted her dreams, leaving her tired and irritable during the day. Ryan tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just nightmares. But deep down, he felt it too—the sense that they had faced something unimaginable and lived to tell the tale. The nightmares grew worse as time went on. Each of them saw the same things: a dark realm filled with monstrous creatures, battles fought with desperate courage, and the feeling of being hunted.

That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare We make your sheets alive and fill the space up That all the others still were leaving behind To make that sweat is running down your spine Baby, I'm your nightmare You know you can't get over me 'Cause I can set desire free When moonlight's shining through the trees Oo tama, kahit gusto niyang mawala sa isipan ang dating kaibigan na tinuring niya ring kapatid noon ay hindi niya ito kayang kalimutan ng habang siya ay nabubuhay sa mundo. I'm coming from your fantasies You need that dirty mad dog, me You cannot live without, you see And when it's dream time I'll return To feed t

I sit in bed, staring absentmindedly at a corner of the room. Moonlight seeps through the windows and paints everything a serene shade of blue and the silence is calm, but my mind is far away from the present. Unlike my dreams, I remember my nightmares in brutal detail. They are never scary, just reminders of my past and all the things I could have, should have, done differently. My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed.

It was as if the nightmares had seeped into my waking world, blurring the lines between reality and the haunting visions that plagued my sleep. Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, whispering that something sinister was on the horizon. I couldn't shake the feeling that danger loomed just beyond the veil of shadows, waiting patiently to strike. I attempted to calm my racing thoughts, reminding myself that it was just a bad dream, a figment of my imagination. But deep down, I knew there was more to it than that. There was a weight to these nightmares, a foreboding presence that hinted at an impending catastrophe.

Reina’s POV He didn’t come again. Not that night. Not even to yell or rattle the door or throw something at the wall just to remind me he was still there. Silence wrapped around me like a noose—tightening with every hour that passed. I didn’t sleep. Not really. When my eyes did close, the nightmares came—fast and dark. Andrew’s face. His face. Their faces morphing. Their voices blending into one monstrous echo. ‘Give me a son.’

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.

Besides, sleep could mean sleepwalking, because sleepwalking meant danger. When I could no longer resist it, sleep came, restless and full of nightmares that caused me to bolt up in bed. A scream caught in my throat as I glanced around the room to see shadows dancing, my heart almost stopping in my chest. Sadly, I could not recall what the nightmares were about. All I remembered was they were terrifying and full of blood, teeth…and the moon that started out white, then turned into a gruesome red that reminded me of blood. I swallowed. Frightened of what I could not see within the thick shadows blanketing the floor, I stood. I was unable to stop my shaking as I reached blindly for the light s