Rewrite The Apocalypse Dream Novels & Stories

In her dream, there had been an announcement such as this one a month before the apocalypse. Everyone had looked forward to the summer where they could get the best tans but instead they’d gotten roasted instead. What does this mean? Violet mused, So it wasn’t a dream? Have I been…reborn? Violet’s nostrils flared with realization as she said those last words, her hands clenching around itself. More memories came rushing back to her. If it wasn’t a dream, then that must have been her past life. In her past life, the heat apocalypse had hit the world. Violet, her husband and his family had been plunged into despair, thoroughly unprepared for the doomsday.

Chapter 14: The Liquid Gold The morning sun filtered through the bedroom blinds, casting pale gray stripes across the carpet. My skin felt tight and dry. In my past life, the second tragedy of the apocalypse wasn't just the freezing cold; it was the total collapse of the city water supply. When the pipes froze solid on Day Zero, water mains burst under the pressure, and the city purification plants went dark within twelve hours. People fought and killed each other over muddy puddles of melted snow.

Deep down, in a place she didn't want to acknowledge, she knew the truth. She might not be able to stop the apocalypse. The world was going to end in less than two weeks, and despite everything she knew, despite being given a second chance, despite Jude's belief in her and his resources and his brilliant mind working alongside hers, it might not be enough. The thought made her want to go insane. Violet stood abruptly, her chair scraping back loudly in the empty lab. She couldn't do this anymore tonight. If she stared at one more failed simulation, she was going to lose what was left of her sanity.

A faint, strained smile appeared on his face. "If anyone had told me that my father would be infected, I wouldn't have believed it." His voice cracked slightly, and he lowered his gaze. Arya didn't know what to say. She had seen Lucian's father in her previous life. He had survived the early stages of the apocalypse, thanks to his family's wealth and resources. He was never supposed to become one of the infected. But now, everything is changing. The events she remembered were no longer unfolding exactly as they had before. If Lucian's father had already been infected, what else could be different?

“…Like something out of those unbelievable novels. I died and was reborn. Everything that’s happening now… I’ve already lived through it once in my previous life.” Jack looked at him with complete seriousness. This was certainly harder to believe than a dream, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to explain everything. Liam took a deep breath to steady himself and shifted into a more comfortable position in Jack’s arms. Starting with his mother’s death, he recounted everything that had happened, from the arrival of the apocalypse to his own tragic end. Although he had supposedly survived for more than two years in the apocalypse, most of that time had actually been spent in c

Ethan said, his voice tired. He was the only one on the team who had brought his family along. In my last life, I remembered, he had always worried about what he could and couldn't explain. He'd told his parents he had dreamed about the apocalypse, and because of that, the Hayess now believed everyone else was riding their coattails. "Brother, didn't you say you're going out to look for someone?" Mia Hayes tugged his sleeve. "Can I come? I'm going crazy in this house."

It was indeed a beautiful day. I got to the end of my flashback with nostalgia? Eden is home for me now, I was starting to forget how earth looked like. But the dreams, those damn dreams. I knew Armageddon was coming, but I needed a fucking break. It's so unfair, after getting everything you'd ever want, the world decides to end. Sometimes the thought of it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I wish I could just throw it out, forget everything and live life in Eden like a normal person. Is that too much to ask from the universe? Just this once, let things work out for me. Just this once. That's all I ask.

"Nope. Still not familiar." "You are the author of The Great Flood Apocalypse. You are twenty-six years old. You were hit by a car trying to save a dog, and you woke up in the body of the girl you wrote." Daisy's chin lifted. "I am not stupid. I have been trying to work out who you are for three weeks. The pawn ticket. Proctor Dunn. The way you walk into every room as though you've read the ending." Her eyes glittered. "I just didn't have a name." I stared at her.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

I was fairly quick on my feet from the number of times I had gotten myself into trouble, but I was no match for creatures of pure strength and Magic. "Miss Rachel, we are nearly here." Apollo's voice pulled me from a dream, one where I was forced to eternally live in my little town. The dream had become more of a nightmare as I realized I could no longer age, could no longer escape the hold this town had on me.