Chapter:The Dream Most stories begin with, Once upon a time or maybe even Once there was. Though this story isn't like most stories. Mostly because ordinary stories have a happy ending. I'm sorry to say, this one doesn't. In this story the bad people win, the villains rule, the world is being corrupted. Anyway so i suppose every story has to have a beginning so I guess here goes nothing. My names Hope Sawyer. My names hope cause i almost died of cancer. Like all people with cancer, I have a chance
The dream is always the same. I’m always running through a thick misty forest with howling winds, suffocating myself with the feeling of being lost. Still wondering, searching, seeking for a way out, but never seeming to achieve the escape from my inner self. Waking up in torment with the feeling of being lost swirling in my stomach. When will it end? Will I ever have a pleasant dream again? Will it always be the same repetitive dream that I cannot escape from? All these questions rush through my
In Los Angeles, at Los Angeles High School, Nate grew up loving to sing. Him singing would always make the whole house smile before his mother left. Nate’s father had a big gambling problem which was his mother left. His father’s gambling was starting to become a problem and the only thing that would keep him smiling was singing. Which was the only thing that kept him going everyday. One day Nate said “I need to go to Hollywood” “But why?” said his best friend Jake “Cause I need to go
from the ceiling, and the plane began to nose dive. Jacks heart filled with fear as he heard screaming. He could hear metal cracking right before he blacked out. Jack woke up, thinking it was only a nightmare, but quickly realized this was not a dream. He looks around and realized that his plane had crashed in to the mountains of Colorado. It was cold and dark and Jack started freaking out. He wondered if he would ever see his family again. Jack unbuckled his seat belt and found a
Prelude “She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed.” ~ Clarice Lispector I felt like I was trapped in a dream—not one of the terrifying nightmares I’d been having—but a pleasant dream, a happy dream. One where angels danced across the starry sky, the fruit of a flowering shrub flashed like fire. Mother smiled and Oliver kissed away my tears. But was it a dream, or was I dead? Had I hit my head while I was changing the tire? I wasn’t sure. Nothing seemed certain. All was a blur. Shadows
It was a cold November night, I did not sleep very soundly. I tossed and turned in bed throughout the entire night. I’ve had plenty of dreams before but this one struck out. I informed my mom about the dream where everything was falling apart, little knowing the dream had apparently been sent to warn me about the day I was about to face. It was morning time and the sky was clear, clear light blue painted through the horizon. There are days in life when everything goes wrong and it seemed like today
Dreams can make that empty feeling in someone’s to be filled with satisfaction, even when not real. But, these gifts of ultimate pleasure and fulfilling needs can take a very dark turn, bringing all of someone’s deepest fears and secrets out like a bottle that has tipped over. You can see the thing you’re most afraid of chase you through the shadows or something you’ve been hiding all your life popping out in the middle of a perfect dream, destroying it completely and filling you with so much guilt
because of a disturbing dream. Regina was having recurring nightmares about her deceased sister, Zelena, coming back from the dead to steal her daughters. In the dream, Zelena would snatch the baby girls out of Regina’s arms and disappear in cloud of green smoke! “What’s wrong, my love”? Rumple asked concerned for a visibly shaken Regina “Zelena”! Regina sobbed “What about that witch”? Rumple inquired, “She’s dead and gone” He assured Regina “I keep having these awful dreams about her” Regina explained
A sudden noise woke Clemmie. A black dream swirled in her head, but no matter how much she tried to grasp it, she could not hold on to the nightmare which tainted her dreams. Then, from out of nowhere, her tummy grumbled and growled, but since she had amnesia, she could not even remember the last time she ate. A small chunk of bread, or even an apple would be enough to stave off her hunger pangs for now. Where could she find food at this time of night? One eye, then the other, poked above the covers
I walk up with a start sweating heavily and breathing hard. I look over at my sister to make sure she was alright, I then let out the breath I was holding "thank god it was just a bad dream". The clock on the bed side table reads 4:00, great might as well just start getting ready. I then head to the bathroom to do my morning routine and take a shower. After I was done with everything in the bathroom the clock reads 5:30 so I decide just to wake up my sister. I nudge her and all she does is rolls