Scattered Dreams Novels & Stories

Months where I almost drove myself mad with the thoughts of her, months where my mind and body had decided to taint me with gruesome dreams about the one person I seemed to care the most about. If I was being honest, I had a love and hate relationship with the dreams I'd been having in the last couple months. Yes, thr majority of them usually ended up with her leaving me or dying in one gruesome way or the other, it still gave me the chance to see her. It was deranged of me to think that way, but could you blame me? Maybe. Just a little bit. But it didn’t matter, because none of it mattered. I tore through villages, interrogated strangers, burned down outposts, destroyed everything and every

Every tear, every uncertainty, every faltering step would be worth it. One step at a time. *** CLARA The afternoon was a dream. Not a dream like the ones I had at night—those confused, haunted ones, full of shadows and echoes of a past that insisted on chasing me. But a lucid dream, vivid, the kind you want to film to remember forever, the kind you keep in a special compartment of memory to revisit on difficult days.

Eyes. Not normal ones. Not human ones. The kind of eyes that see through you. The kind that remember your scent, your heartbeat, the exact rhythm of your breath. They weren’t everywhere, but they were enough. I shook it off. Told myself I was being paranoid. That maybe the bond with Jude had made me too sensitive. Or maybe the dreams were bleeding into my real life. Because the dreams… They were getting worse. They started normal enough. Blurry. Confusing. Then sharper. Vivid. I would be walking through a forest of glass trees or drowning in black oceans. I’d see fangs. Fire. A throne made of bones. Always from a distance.

Caleb and Tucker scowled. Exasperated, Arthur yelled at my back, “Naomi, don’t bother coming back if you walk out the door today!” I nodded and blissfully disappeared into the night. ‘Mom, I’m taking your dream and living my own life now.’ … It was nearly midnight by the time I reached the dorms. I briefly unpacked my things and set a photo of my mother by the bed. The phone in my pocket kept buzzing with notifications. I pulled it out for a look. I had dozens of missed calls from Arthur, Caleb, Tucker, and Rhys.

She couldn't remember why she had gone to bed so early, but she felt exhausted. As she lay there, she tried to recall her dreams, a dream with no sun and moon, just blackness and silence. A dream where she always heard a noise. A scream in the distance and laughter in her ears – that made her want to run, flee to escape the horrors that lay beyond. A dream where there are demons that chased after her. A dream where she was drinking blood and eating raw meat. The same dream that she is watching again and again. But they were hazy and fragmented. She couldn't make sense of them.

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”

I had just opened my mouth to explain when my phone rang again. It was Bianca. I answered, and her soft voice came through. “Clara, Evan had too much to drink. Could you come pick him up? It isn’t really appropriate for him to stay at my place all the time...” In the background, Evan’s drunken voice came through indistinctly. “Clara... she’ll come back... Where else can she go without me... She still has to beg me for that Shaw project...” I hung up at once.

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.

Liam has been missing for six months now and all of us have been completely wrecked the entire time; well except for my sister, who is happy that Liam is out of our lives; she's been stripped of all her patches and reduced back down to a prospect. We sent out requests to other fellow motorcycle clubs in search of Liam and so far nothing; we have a charity drive for runaway's and orphans next weekend here in San Diego with organizations coming from Washington, Oregon, Utah, Wyoming, Montana and South Dakota. "Hey Memphis," Black Jack says as he knocks on my office door. "Yeah, what's up?" I ask pushing my chair away from the desk to stand to stretch in the process.

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."