Stories tagged “nightmares”
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Taking a Wish Back
Thomas clinched his eyes against the harsh light of the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, one for each cot. His vision was a sea of pink. “Li-i-ights out!” came the call, and he knew for certain where he was. He was back. His eyes opened...
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And now you are real
“And now you are real.” Pushing back the tendril of hair from my forehead I surveyed my handiwork. I had never taken this inordinate amount of time on a project before.Now it was finished I could hardly contain myself. My buyer who had com...
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Victim of Hurt
I stared sadly at the decrepit remains that laid on the table of the neighbor’s cat. They’d probably come around soon to everyone’s homes, asking where Fluffy went. Little would they know that he was still around, just in the basement...
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Remembering
I sat gracefuly on the seat next to him. I crossed my legs and flipped my hair over one should to turn and look at him. I almost giggled when I saw he was gawking at me. A small smile rushed briefly across my lips and vanished. I turned away from him, ...
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A Wish to End Sleep
His dreams turned darker The ghosts of his past returned Fiercely torturing He wanted to push eject But lucidity came not
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Upon Waking
I find myself in the middle of a pitched battle. It’s one on one, hand to hand and I am totally in blood red berserker mode. I see an opportunity. I lunge and sink my teeth into the slick unguarded trapezius muscle that vulnerable before me. My j...
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Into The Forest They Went
“Gabriel father told us to stay on the trail.” – “Are you scared of a fairy tale that our father told us just so we wouldn’t stray away from his side?” said Gabriel. Andrew looked around in the forest, hoping to see ...
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Scream Loud for Noone to Hear
She saw his face so clearly. His blue eyes, his dark skin, his messy brown hair. She saw him so clearly. His passionate eyes, his loving hands, his sweet words, his beautiful heart. She woke up screaming again with her fingers like claws dug into her c...
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The Survivor - Part II
Patient ID # 58550-07 stood in his room waiting for his meds. Thomas, his former name, looked down at his clothes, they were white. He hated that colour. He wanted to rip it off and break out of his room, go out the exit and catch the next off-world tr...
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There Are Two Kinds of Pain
His smile faded once he noticed a tear run down her face. Her lips began to twitch slightly as if she were talking without sound. When he saw more tears slide down her cheek, he forced himself to sit up. He slowly and painfully moved his body into the ...
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Simple Debauchery
It wasn’t so much the smell. One could get used to the putrid scent, and indeed she had, and not want to hold their nose of retch. No, it wasn’t that. She swallowed hard as she forced herself to meet that stare without flinching, barely bre...
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The Thirty-Seventh Step
The graphic designer walked dejectedly down the hall. It had happened again. He’d gotten another job with work that wasn’t his. But he couldn’t figure out who it belonged to either- he’d tried everything! Website after website c...
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Dr. Krauss
Dr. Krauss had promised me an end to the insomnia. The nightmares where my father would come to touch me while I sleep. The endless nights where I’d wake, drenched in cold sweat, my sheets wrapped round me, the tentacles of horrific memory. She p...
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Paralysis.
I couldn’t decide whether I was tired or awake. The numbers on the clock flashed in the dark, trying hard to convince me it was night. I nestle up in the sheets being warmed by my body heat, encasing me in comfort. The ground made crunching noise...
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I See You.
I can see them in the mirrors. They hover behind me. Their faces are smeared with blood, they weep blood with their empty holes for eyes. They tear their hair out, pulling out their scalp and leaving tracks of it on the floor. I can’t sleep, I se...
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Dreams of Madness, Nightmares of Reality
A girl turns restlessly on the floor, unable to find a comfortable posistion. Stringy, unwashed black hair lies wreathed around her tortured face. Her once pristine gown is now no more than a dirty excuse for cloth; it offers her neither comfort nor mo...
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Irrational Fears
When I was 12, I had an irrational fear of fictitious monsters. The nightmares I had changed the organization of my room. If I were to look back for the origins of these fears, I could mention my parent’s divorce, or even my mother’s fearfu...