I’m laying in bed, wide awake. For some reason I can’t sleep. I can’t close my eyes. I squeeze them shut and roll over onto my side. It’s dark out. The moon is in its usual place to shine down on my bed brightly. I pull the covers up closer, snuggling under them and staring at the ceiling.

That’s when I first hear it.

The twinkling of an ice cream truck. It starts off far away, then draws closer...

A black endless void

The feeling of falling

Seeing clockwork pieces

Gogs turning gears rotating

The sound of a chime

Echos

A feeling of falling through the

Clockwork

Then I wake up...

haunted by a recurrin dream.. idk ig ill put a random kid in it and make him a dream ik its gonna be shitty lol

bobby cuz bobby is a funny asf name

he 50 n got no hair in a circle in the back of his head cuz that’s where you sling the rubberbands lmao frl though

alr now the story.. i swear its like grabbing materials from a shelf ion know what im doin so like.. talkin to myself in a box ? lol

a...

I jolt awake, breathing quickly. Groaning, I flop over onto my other side, covering my eyes and flinching away from the meager light coming through the window. Stupid streetlights.

I was dreaming about it again tonight. That makes… five days in a row. A new record. Tonight’s dream was different, though. Somehow it seemed urgent, more insistent. There was a greater sense of panic, of terror, even...

She doesn’t look like me. She doesn’t sound like me. Why is she touching him? Why is she kissing him? Why is he kissing her? Oh my god. I know who it is, it’s her, it can’t be, please god no don’t let it be. She’s telling him she’s always loved him, he tells her the same. They embrace, they reminisce, they look deeply at each other…

I feel like I’ve woken up from an electric shock. My heart is p...

So my neighbor had gone missing a week ago, and he wasn't found yet. I never really socialized with him, and I didn't even know his name. It was 1 am, and I could hear the neighbors crying and talking to the cops. His case wasn't closed yet. I must have been really tired though, as I fell asleep almost instantly in spite of all the noise.

I had a weird dream that night. In my dream, I saw a man r...

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF ESCAPIST

I was in the alley again.

It was were I started every night.

The whistle began, it’s taunting tune ringing through the air, the volume progressively increasing.

Do, re, mi, do.

As badly as I wanted to, I knew running would be useless. I could never truly outrun him. Every time I hid, I was only biding time.

I really should be terrified. After all, I died here ni...

From a good distance away she watched the building burn and collapse into further despair, sinking in on itself. The heat singed her skin.

Asphalt pooled beneath her feet. Leland burned on the ground floor, his charred blood painting the wall in which he was thrown against. In all her medical experience she didn’t understand what she saw before her: his legs fractured into thousands of splinters,...

A fire, glaring off his eyes, breaths around him.

A house. On fire.

He looks at his hands covered in a dark green ooze. Shiny specks, glimmering like glitter, populate the goop like a sky full of millions of stars.

Panning his gaze to the window, he sees the world on fire, an orange cacophony of shrills, yells, and pained screams. He begins to cry. There is so much pain: In his lungs from the ...

“So Marcy tell me about this recurring dream

that is stressing you out?”

Casey asked as he leaned back in his black leather office chair, with his fingers interlocked behind his head.

Casey and Marcy’s had built a close knit therapist/client relationship over the past five months. Marcy felt as if she could confide in Casey about any and everything… and she did

“Unfortunately Casey it’s no...