Your character has an intense dream, and it starts to affect how they behave in real life.
You could go into detail of the dream, but focus on why elements of it affect the character in the real world.
I see her face on every crack
Every little girl and boy.
I hear her voice in the laughs of a child
And the cry’s of a bird.
I watch her in my dreams every night.
And I watch her die
Over and over.
On the streets
In my car
She haunts me.
Not just in my dreams anymore,
She haunts me.
Because even when day wakes
She crawls out from the deepes...
Maria was at the stage of her life where waking up was a pleasure. She woke up at the time was her please and bladder and hunger permitting was not compelled to prematurely abandon her bed sheets. To day had the added benefit of sunlight coming through the window and landing in a square shape around her pillow.
The silence that had reined was usurped by the high pitched wail of the cat, which ha...
I didn’t really want to say it, but Jules looked much better before he cut his hair. And it’s not just because the idiot didn’t actually bother with a mirror, or because he wouldn’t let his mother fix the mess he’d made of it.
He looks uncomfortable when people comment on it, and yet whenever he sees his reflection he smiles.
The nightmare comes to mind sometimes — that morning when he woke me b...
The storm crashed against her window as she slept. She couldn’t hear the storm only the screams and sound of metal screeching against metal. She felt as though she had been thrust back into the war! She swung her hands trying to fight back with her sword, but she couldn’t hit anything. She didn’t hear someone run into her room and when they gently wrapped their arms around her she desperately trie...
[S.C, Bloodlines. CH 4]
In an instant, Amelya was back at the house. The red haired girl from earlier was staring daggers. She was at their house, the girl she’d seen at the mall. Then they were just chatting it up on the couch.
Seconds later she was in the mountains. The girl who kissed her hung on her every word as she explained how she got their. Her twin brother seemed unamused by his ...
I look at my blue hot dog, than look up at my blue haired companion. “Haha” look I joke, you look like my hot dog. We burst out into lafter as we sail apon our giant, flying hamster. The joke wasent even that funny, but everything was funny here. the way the cotton candy horizon, had a giant bubble in the place of the sun. the way there were big, white, feathers with the faces of Dolphins, jumping...
Clark startled awake to his blaring alarm at 7:30am. He pulled back the covers and noticed that for the first time since the 6th grade, his sheets were wet.
While waiting for his toast in the kitchen, he pondered how many twenty year olds still had wet dreams. He was never very good at remembering his dreams. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what had led to such a sensual explosion.
My heart is racing my back creaks
My body aches and groans
A chill runs through my bones
The sheets of my bed drenched in sweat
The sound of my mom’s voice proving that this
I find myself standing outside of school
How did I get here when did I arrive
It’s all just a blur,exhausted from the night before.
The day becomes a haze I want to sleep
My body craves it ...
The sky is red. Black clouds. The cars in the road are moving as slow as a snail. Nobody is driving the cars. The cars crash into each other and explode easily. As if they were grenades. In the center of the city is a massive tower, about the size of 5 Empire State Buildings. It controls all the decisions made by government. The decisions made in real life. All the misfortunes. All the treasures. ...
I glance around uneasily, looking for any signs that suggest they followed me here. For a split second I think I see a smudge of darkness, a pocket in this world where the edges are slightly blurred and warped, but in an instant, it’s gone. I blink several times, hoping that my dry eyeballs simply need lubrication to make the figure appear clearer. But when my eyes finally settles on the spot, I s...
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