Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

~ A M E L I A ~ I wondered if I had gotten even a minute of peaceful sleep last night, which is something I seemed to ask myself every morning I’d wake since… I can’t even remember how long. It felt like forever at this point. Those three recurring dreams taunted me every night without permitting me any relief by allowing me to force myself to wake up. Engulfed in flames, surrounded by crying newborns. Attacked by a wolf with ash fur and eyes like a demon.

Heather POV I’m in that forest again, at least I think it’s the same one. Things are still blurry and muffled. This time, instead of a cave, I can hear yelling, and it sounds as if someone is running. The sound of branches snapping right behind me had me whipping around to see who it was. I can’t make out any figures, but I can tell that it is a woman. I watch as she bends down, grabs a handful of animal droppings and starts to rub it on her clothes. The only thing I can think that she is doing is trying to disguise her scent. She must be trying to hide from the people who are yelling. I really need to learn how to control these visions. Ahhh if I could only see her clearer or understand wha

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he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

The room had a single window looking out towards the industrial parts of Cardiff Bay, and I wouldn’t have liked to stay there longer than a single night, but the bed was comfortable enough that I slept soundly through most of the night. As always, though, strange dreams of Scarlett plagued me. They felt so real in the moment but they dispersed, like dandelion seeds on the wind, the moment I woke. I wanted to believe that I’d been speaking to her; I knew better, though. Hope was foolish in times like these, as I’d said to Marla every time we’d had this conversation. She thought it was some ability of the mate bond, maybe made manifest by Scarlett’s powers – considering how little we knew abo

“It’s unchanged. Since neither Miss Scarlett nor her agency has made any statements, the discussion still revolves around Miss Scarlett assaulting someone and… the rumors about her having a wealthy backer.” He narrowed his eyes. “Send cease-and-desist letters to those rumor-mongers!” I nodded. “Understood.” ***** Scarlett’s POV: I didn’t sleep well that night. My dreams were chaotic, a jumble of disjointed scenes flashing in and out, yet all the images remained blurry. I strained to make them clear, but the dreams were shrouded in a thick fog. No matter how hard I tried, the images stayed indistinct. Finally, a tall figure emerged from the fog, walking toward me.

Then why can't you relate your dreams to the future? And I don't understand why you feel suffering when you have dreams. Anyone cannot be lost in this world until they have dreams. Just like the clouds cluttered in this lost sky, you have me to endure your dreams and a fainted image has been memorized in my view. "Amanda Parker, wake up I'm telling you this the last time." a fainted voice, engraved in my mind and before I could open my eyes. I had thousands of sprinkles of water on me. Like a splash in the midnight of the ocean, my thoughts were damped in the water.

And what was the woman’s purpose in watching them? Aria felt trapped in a perplexing web of confusion, her heart pounding as she recognized that these dreams were rooted in something far more significant than mere fantasy. The dreams felt like messages—urgent whispers beckoning her to uncover a truth that seemed tantalizingly out of reach, as if she were a detective piecing together clues in a perplexing mystery. Each time she thought she grasped it, the critical piece evaded her, slipping away into the recesses of her mind.

Every chapter, every word, was part of my own catharsis, and it is with a full heart that I share this with you today. This will be the last book in the Dreams series. The journey of Shadrach, Wynter, and the others has come to its beautiful conclusion, and I have no intentions of returning to continue their story. As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings.

“I of course, disagreed to go with him. I would rather die than help that man. So he left angrily. That was when it began, my haunting dreams that is.” “Excuse me for cutting you off,” The doctor said, raising his hand. “You already had haunting dreams, didn’t you?” “I did, but they were about my father. These time, I am having dreams about people I don’t know about. I dream of their blood splattered on the floor, I hear screams and I feel their pain every time. I do not know if it is one person or several, as I do not see a body. At times I see flashes, but not enough for me to know their gender.”