Poem Nightmare Novels & Stories

Raat ki khamoshi raas nahi aati Meri parchayi bhi ab mere paas nahi aati Aati hai to bas aapki yaad, Jo aakar ek pal bhi mujhse door nahi jati" (I don't like the silence of the night Even my shadow doesn't come near me, If comes, I only remember you Who comes and does not go away from me even for a moment) Anaya, I miss you please come back - I thought. I messed my hairs which were already messed up, I rubbed my forehead with my fingers. It's not new for me as I usually gets nightmares while sleeping. I got up from my bed and went to do my morning chores, its sunday so no office.

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

I'm all alone, and I'm cold in the darkness of the cornfield where I sought shelter last night. I remember where I am. That was just a dream. He's not here. I was reliving yesterday's nightmare, and it mixed with my daily hell at school, creating one hell of a nightmare. I drag my hands down my face with a sigh of relief. However, my nightmare isn't over. The events of yesterday were just the beginning, and my nightmare is just getting started.

I have to move on. It’s odd though because even as the kids and I continue to look at the houses to move as soon as possible I just feel like somebody’s watching me at all times. Maybe it’s just the grief right now? I really really looked forward to the life that Collier and I could have. I think that I have convinced myself that everything was gonna be so amazing between us and I’m sure the grief is playing a lot of tricks on online right now because not only in my morning the loss of my baby, but I’m also mourning the idea of a relationship that really never truly existed.

When an angel leave the world, it took away the peace that once graced by us. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Arlet abruptly awoke in the dead of night, her body was drenched in sweat. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, realizing she was in her hotel room next to Milo’s room. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, feeling the remnants of a vivid nightmare that echoed Raya’s desperate cries. The weight of their last conversation lingered in Arlet’s mind, and she couldn’t help but blame herself for Raya’s pain. She recognized that her nightmare was a result of overthinking the situation.

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

I’ll let the alcohol wear off and sleep for now. That night I wish I hadn’t slept at all because I woke up from a nightmare losing my mind. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

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. *

She would sleep forever in her hidden cage. My scream echoed through my room as darkness engulfed me. It had been two days since the welcome party. Every night since, I had the same nightmare, only to forget it by morning. I knew it was important, but I couldn’t remember it. A full moon shone through my window, mesmerizing me. Without realizing it, I left my bed, descended the steps, and stepped into the cool night air. My nightgown brushed my knees, but I didn’t care. The night called to me. It felt vital.

Because your life is a nightmare you never thought it would be. I lived in that nightmare, and lost everything. My dreams. My heart. My soul. My body. And my voice. The problem with such nightmares are they follow you even when you are awake. My monsters are there in the shadows waiting to pull me back in the darkness I thought I had escaped.