Stories tagged “Nightmare”
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A Nightmare on Elmer Fudd Street
It was a dark and stormy night. Leorge Gucas sat in his office thinking about a new War Stars script as his pet Bungans burbled in their spacious aquarium: “Mesa, mesa, mesa!” While most would find the incessant burbling of Bungans incredib...
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A Scream in the Dark
The sounds of my own terror filled screams tore me from the grips of the dream. My heart pounding. My breath coming in loud gasping pulls. My skin and sheets soaked with sweat. I lay in the dark relearning how to breathe. The realization that I’m...
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Walk A Mile
Every night when he went to sleep, a new pair of shoes sat at the foot of his bed. The first shoes were an unassuming pair of weathered brown loafers with one tassle missing. His dreams that night were of his grandfather. Sitting on the porch and watch...
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The Nightmare Girl
Something surged within her, and all she could think of was the face of that man. Rage bursted from her seams and she bolted off the office chair. The policeman attempted to stop her, but there was nothing anyone could do. That man, the one that stole ...
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Everything That You Don't See
It burns to feel things I wish it would stop I love you, it burns I hate you, it burns I’m angry, yet it’s still burning The fire is out of control It all hurts endlessly My words, they all come out senselessly And as always I bear the pain...
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The Gate
My head hurts again. I need it to stop. Blood everywhere. Hands drip with it, hair matted. I’m darting in circles. Pounding against the tall, tall walls. Panic takes hold as I keep colliding with dead ends and dry leaves. My horror erupts in a li...
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One under
Not again! As I come around a bend, I see a blur, that same familiar blur I always see, and let go of the controls. The emergency brake kicks in with a hiss of escaping air but Newton is a harsh master. Time dilates. My hammering heartbeat plays a fune...
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Courage in the Courtyard (part 1)
To my dismay, that twerp still haunts me in my dreams on occasion. Thankfully, when she appears in them, I do not let her turn them into nightmares. She just taints my dreams a bit with her evil—but I’ve learned by now that her wrath can’t hurt m...
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Nightmare in the couldersack part 2 !
It was morning and the golden sunlight poured into the room filling it with Colour. Max woke up, he could not get any sleep after the dream last night he slipped into his jeans and pale blue top and made his way downstairs. he touched the smooth surfac...
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Nightmare in the couldersack part 3 !
Jack and his brother mark clambered into the silver car Jacks dad jumped in and eagerly rammed the key in his wife soon followed “Get yer belts on lads” he laughed in a jokey yet creepy voice he started up the car and reversed out the drive...
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Nightmare in the couldersack part 4
Jack hadn’t slept for ages he closed his eyes and soon drifted off. A boy lay there on a granite block asleep soon a dark figure walked into the room bent down and sunk his teeth into the boys neck the figure moved to reveal it was Jack. Again Ja...
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Transcending Reality
There was no sun when Aisling opened her eyes. There was no soft grass tickling her neck. There was no feeling pulling at her chest. And there was no one, no one but her. And for a while, just for a while, Aisling willed herself to believe that she was...
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Singing Nightmare
He could feel the cold sweat working its way down his spine like the martian leeches already latching onto his ribs, worming into his lungs, finding his heart. He felt the fear rise up inside him, the nightmare scream that would never pass his lips. He...
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The Dream
As I turned I saw her staring down at me. She reached out a hand and said something. I could not hear her, but I could see the words. Her beautiful lips mouthing her love for me. As I turned again my tears were carried off into the breeze. The ocean be...
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Less than Half
Partial Interview Transcript Subject: Lt. Demitrius Rand Interviewer: REDACTED Topic: Dr. Kara Genfall (MD-PhD) The Doc’ definitely scares me, but I can’t say she shouldn’t be out here. Yeah, she’ll order a mental health exam if...
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Heaven
Marianne’s eyes swelled with tears, as she was introduced, for the first time, to her grandparents. Their withered cheeks pulled into a wide grin, and their wrinkled hands met her smooth palms. “I’ve always wanted to know you,” ...
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Nightmares
I filled the cup up with freezing cold water. I poured it over my head. The blast of cold had me shivering, and I was wet. But I was awake. That’s the important part. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, sleep. I knew that if I closed my eyes and sl...
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The demon of me.
I wake abruptly. Consciousness stabs me like the sting of ice. I bury my body deep in the quilt, horrified by the painful memory of last night’s dream. Slowly I leave the comfort of my bed, a busy day ahead of me. I am alone; the raw memory of la...
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Choice
Sitting on the beach, arms stretched out behind me for support, fingers squished in the sand as I stare out at the rolling waves and crashing ice-caps. The day is slowly becoming cloudy. I am alone. I stand up, uncertain, and gradually wander away from...
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Monsters Part 1
I used to make my father check under my bed for monsters. Just in case there was someone – or something – lurking beyond the edges of my comforter. My brother would tell me stories of children who were eaten in their sleep. One times, he even told...
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Come Here Often?
I awoke in darkness, with no idea of how much time had passed. Hazy memories served to give me an idea of where I was, along with the scents of cheap pine and wet earth. Joe had awakened at the morgue. How had I earned a coffin? More importantly, how w...
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Prying Eyes
The alley stretched on into the surreal horizon, its walls filled with crude symbols swimming violently on the rough surface. Malevolent spots glowed within them, piercing through his defenses, exposing his fragile soul to their inquisitive, prying eye...
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Arising From the Subconscious
I was on an operating table. I didn’t know how I got there. I remembered laying on the beach next to my brother, but that wasn’t quite right. My brother was no longer seven years old. He was twenty-nine, with an degree in oceanography. All ...
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Cruel Cocoon
cruel residual jewel of venomous emptiness— in the dual mirror— a visual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear her spreading palm down on your chest with pink painted fingernails impaling, pulling off flesh dressed b...