Younger Dreams Novels & Stories

Barely. “Detka...it’s just a nightmare. They come to me all the time, it’s ok...damn, I can’t believe you’re really here.” Vasha’s shaky voice broke the lucid dream I was having, and I pried my eyes open to find her caressing my right cheek fondly. Her green eyes appeared lighter in the pitch black of the room we’d been sleeping in.

"I will never felt you are troubling me with any kind of problem. Your problem is mine too so tell me how and when it all started." "I can't remember the days I spent as a kid but I know my nightmare has been haunting me since then. I don't know how it all started. All I could see in the nightmare was a little girl crying in a house on fire with a man and a woman shouting for help in so much tears. I don't understand what that means mum." "Since you are a kid?" "Yes mum!"

"I don't think your going to have anymore fainting and reliving dreams than from the research I did on the in-betweens that have lived to document there lives. Granted it’s not very many but the ones that did all stopped reliving their lives in dreams when they remembered the years closest to their age or didn't miss anything important or monumental to their life. Which means you'll dream like the rest of us vampires and humans alike." "That is going to be weird because for the past sixteen years of my I've dreamed of my ten months in the womb and my fist birthday to my fist outing from my house when I was ten that I'd been trapped in since I was born just so I could stay alive. Now I'm trap

The 19years old strolled to her bathroom and decided to have a shower before starting her day properly, she'd call her Boyfriend and brother too, though she didn't know if her careless dad had done so. ~ Oxford, stroke noon and the 12 O'clock oxford bells chimed loudly waking the napping dogs and sleeping babies, companies going into break and the superstores filled with buyers. Joachim Mateo, clad in a brown raincoat in the Drizzling afternoon walked into a book store which was opposite a south African student club building, He pulled down his hood, stared around the store before catching a sight of The keeper stretched on the floor in a corner of the room, his head below a wooden desk and

he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “there’s something bothering you. Won’t you please tell us? We just might be able to help.” “Well,” I said hesitantly while refusing to look at anything other than the cup of tea I held in my lap, “it’s just that every so often… not a lot, mind you, but every so often I have these dreams… about… err…Luthias.” “What type of dreams?” grandfather asked. After a long hesitation, I said, “Romantic.”

"I am always happy when ye are optimistic than pessimistic about our situation. I'd like you to be more of an optimist, that enlightens the mood. And I want ye to always remember, no matter the present, the future is known by riches." "Do ye know what my dreams are all 'bout? I see myself in royal courts, 'umanities servin' me in honor," she said, her eyes dreamy, "or perhaps I become the daughter of an elite king, 'ighly treasured and worshiped by men; eatin' wouldn't be a problem, sleepin' on a bed full of comfort and ecstasy, livin' in an immense mansion and gettin' dressed in branded clothes is what I've always dream of."

(Dreaming Ends) I opened my eyes to see Zavier holding my hand standing where the wolf in my dream just was.. "Hey Zavier.." I say and my throat is super dry. He shakes his head slowly his eyes dark brown eyes twinkling and smiles, "Hello, Abijah, I'm Tank and it's a pleasure to meet you." What.. why does he sound like that wolf I just dreamt about? I frowned slightly and why's his voice so deep? And why is he calling hisself Tank? This little boy is beyond weird. Then in the corner of my eye I see.. "Toya!" I squeaked excitedly.

Third person's POV Maraïda's beautiful dream soon turned into her worst nightmare. One minute she was enjoying her life with Jared and their child as a happy family and the next, her happy family transitions to her birth family, and soon everyone is replaced by tombstones and her dream turns into a nightmare. In her dream, she first sees young girl, about twelve years of age, kicking off her shoes as she enters the house. Blonde with big ice blue eyes, she's tired, she looks like a middle school sophomore.

We say hi and we start off with an essay about what we want to do in our Senior year and what we want to do after we graduate. I lie and say that I'm going to travel the world and explore the various places that I have only heard about and wonder what they look like. Jack peeks over my shoulder and snickers when he reads it. I snatch his paper and it says that he's going to find a beautiful girl who's nice and cares for him and how he's going to have a big family with her. And a house in the country. "Sounds romantic," I whisper as I hand it back. I wonder for a second if it's his real dream.

Angelica McSmith opened the dance floor with her latest boyfriend, Clinton Jay. A nineteen-year-old popular artist who started his music career at the age of ten and had became the dream boyfriend of all girls through his heart melting music and handsome face. The two lovers held unto each other in a romantic way and kept looking into each other's eyes. Alisha decided to forget about Kim Yoon-hye for the night and just enjoy everything. This might be her only opportunity and she wanted to enjoy every single seconds of it and tell it story to her grandkids in the future.