Novel & Cerita Nightmares Poems

I didn't want to hurt anyone else again in my life, being with me would cost them their lives. The nightmares are back to torment me, to bring back the sleepless nights I spent training or either running in my wolf form so. Its the same nightmare all the time, playing in my mind like a broken recorder for years on loop. Those brown eyes, light draining from their very being. ** the nightmare**

I don't even have a single memory, but yet it pains like nothing more. Every night those heartbreaking nightmares haunt me in my sleep. Forcing me to get flashbacks of the painful events which I fail miserably to remember, but when the night I slept in his arms was the night I had slept more peacefully than I had in the last few years. "If not human, then what are you a monster?"

With a scream of despair, I jolted awake, my body drenched in a cold sweat. As I laid in my bed, the remnants of the terrible dream haunted me. The vision of my parents consumed in a blazing inferno tormented me, their shouts for aid reverberating in my ears. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I fought to remove the horrible sight from my thoughts. Nightmares like these had become all too familiar to me since their awful deaths.

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

“How do you know?” Raven’s eyes glowed faintly with reflected aurora. “Because she’s calling for me.” --- Global Dreamspace — Nightmare Bloom Shadows rose like smoke along the horizon, their forms shifting, trembling with human fear. Nightmares made manifest. Faces twisted by guilt. Memories stained by wounds. Traumas long buried clawing their way into the shared dream. Sophia stepped forward. “No — not like this.” The nightmares surged, not malicious, but desperate — the unprocessed pain of billions seeking release all at once.

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

I lie on the bed inhaling deeply and the smell is much stronger here. My heart races with the thought of someone breaking into my home and the dread in me intensifies seeing a black note on the side of the table. Ice grips me as I stare at the cursive words written in red. Caged in a nightmare. Fear the darkness, Unknown to the eyes. The flower spreads poison, just as ocean drowned the love.

Nightmares, the moment I close my eyes it feels like I am being dragged back into moments of my life I have tried so hard to forget. They didn't feel like dreams, they felt real. I could smell things, hear the voices, feel the pain all over again. In those moments, I couldn’t tell the difference between what was real and what was in my head. It always ended the same way I would wake up in a panic, my heart racing, my body soaked in sweat. Sometimes I would scream myself awake other times, I would cry so hard until I couldn’t breathe.

Just silence thick and shadows high. Then fingers cold as death’s caress Drag me down the hall—no less. My echo fades behind each scream, Where nightmare slips into twisted dreams. Damnation clings to every stone, And fear leaks out of every bone. Through seven gates I must descend, Where light and memory meet their end. Each time, a layer falls from grace— No praise remains, no soft embrace. My skin grows bare, my steps grow slow, Yet still I walk. I choose to go. Through shadow’s mouth, I drop like flame,

Dark shapes moving like nightmares. It was war.