Un Lugar Para Soñar Novels & Stories

as the words leave his mouth, my phone slipped out of my grasp and fell on the bed. "Hello, are you there" my body went rigid. A single tear fell from my eye. And then it hit me I was alone. And I was next

"Alright, I hear you. See you in the evening." "Oh, and p.s, I'm picking you up, so no need to worry about the location. Okay, I love you, byeee." The phone went dead in Louisa's hands. With another long sigh, she went back to her work. ***** "Naa, I think your little fancy place has closed for the day." Louisa called out shakily as she stepped out of the car and smoothed her maroon-coloured body con dress. The simple but plush looking bar and grill had signs all over that said they were closed... infact, all the lights were turned off, which Louisa found very weird seeing as it wasn't even eleven p.m yet.

He reached for me and pulled me into his arms. I knew I should push him away but he just smelled so good, I leaned in closer. '' you have no idea how much i want to kiss you'' He said. ''We can't'' I whispered, not sure if I was trying to convince him, or myself. ''I don't see any thing stopping us'' ''How about your brother?'' .......... ''Don't break the bro code'' they say, but what if that's the only way you can breathe. ........... When Nate, a fourth year medical student with a broken heart decides to take a trip back home with his best friend yo help straighten out his little delinquent of a brother, the last thing he expects is peace. But that's exactly what he finds, along

I love you so much. I close my notebook and make my way inside, it is getting darker earlier now and the wind begins to chill in the evening. As with so many nights now, I get into bed and cry myself to sleep. I am whisked off to a land where nightmares fill my being, where I walk with the evil that is called sorrow and the devil that is named regret. A very short but tortured rest carries me through the night.

"Good night your face, dick!" When Lorry reached her car, she sat down and read the contract again. "Oh damn, deal with the devil! I hate my clumsy attitude! But I will do this for my dreams. If my songs are famous and included in music charts, I can be a songwriter in Osaka!" She started the engine and suddenly, she felt heart beat when Greg flashed on her mind. "Damn, I am not attracted to that douchebag." A few hours later… Cuenca's residence.

"Do you want to go somewhere quiet?" "Yes, take me anywhere but here..." She said. Somehow, she sounded like Hannah, there was a nagging feeling in me that there's something wrong, at the same time I felt home, if this is how it's going to be with Cassidy from here on, I could go on as if I have Hannah with me still. I smiled at her and everything seemed oddly familiar, we rode my convertible and we drove off to my favorite spot, Hannah's favorite spot.

She asked, examining every inch of the room, but no one was there. The feminine voice was bent on hiding its source. Ruby felt sleepy, but was not excited about it. This wasn't the first time she had slept and woke up to the same dream, so she felt indifferent. Two human silhouettes stood at the edge of the forest, both looking at the path that led to civility of that time. The moon glowed beautifully and shot it's rays at their bodies through the trees.

“I never, ever have a dream about the same person in the same location.” “Really?” I ask, crossing my arms and cocking my head to the side, watching him look all around at the beautiful trees, the strange ambient lighting that seems to have no source, the fog that floats around at the edges and by our feet. “Where do you usually dream about me?” “Usually like, on Mars or in the Roman Empire –“ he stops suddenly and turns his face back to mine. “Nicely done, Shrimp. Maybe you’ll make a good little spy after all.”

Then when she was too exhausted to stay awake she would crawl into her bed and cry herself to sleep silently so that Mira, Nela and Indi couldn’t hear knowing that as soon as she was asleep she would dream of phillip. And the next day she would wake, wash, dress, and do it all again. She felt like a ghost, a statue. She was now so comfortable in the saddle that she barely needed to pay attention and she felt like hours were spent with her mind in a dream, as she tried over and over to feel her Magic again. But there was nothing. Only a hollow empty space. As they approached the port she gasped seeing all the ships waiting for them. “There are so many.” Mira said in wonder and Ridley smiled a

Verena The night before we leave for Las Vegas, anxiety knots tightly within me, refusing to let sleep claim me easily. But eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift into a restless slumber. My dreams, usually fragmented and confusing, coalesce into a vivid, powerful scene tonight. I find myself standing in a vast, open field bathed in moonlight. The grass under my feet is cool and soft, and above me, the full moon reigns supreme in a starless sky. It’s serene, surreal, and I know instinctively this isn’t an ordinary dream.