Stories tagged “DREAMS”

  • The Eating Tree

    There are experiences and ideas that we have as children that are vivid and real. Some stick with us for a while before we shed them like dead skin cells. Others live within us dormant; lurking. In my neighborhood, every kid's parents warned us not to go …

    Posted 9 days ago
  • Waking Up

    The music grew louder as the pattern repeated. Drawing Adrian across the boundary that separated sleep and wakefulness, it began the collapse of the dream behind them. It wasn't an unpleasant sound, in fact he had chosen the ring because it made him think…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Stray Words

    “Wicked are the men who dream and do nothing!”

    The voice rang out above the early morning din of the market place. The accusation wasn't directed at me but in me it found a home and dug deep.

    Before I knew it, my sandals had come to a stop in front of t…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Dream is Dream and Real is Real

    The second dream vanishes from memory the instant I wake up and stays gone for five hours. When it comes flooding back without warning, I lose all sense of place, trapped in the realization that I have dreamed about my ex again for the second time this we…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Less than Salubrious Reminder

    I joined my papa at the top of the hill. Intertwining my fingers, I stretched again, slowly pushing the sky away, reminding my muscles that they too must wake and ready themselves for work. The pleasant ache started in my upper arms and flowed both up and…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Ah, To Go Back

    Often, Penny wished she could go back in time. Quite often.

    She felt like her life had become a bit of a mess.

    She hadn't left the apartment in a few weeks. She hadn't showered in a month. Most of the time she found that she just laid in bed and stared …

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Tempting Fate

    You ever get that feeling when you are talking to some one and you know that your fly is down but you but you also know you aren't wearing pants?

    That was a common theme in my dreams as of late. That feeling of knowing, but also knowing something further…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Haunted

    It's so frustrating not knowing why things are the way the are. I'm on a familiar street. I think it's my own but it's hard to tell. It looks and feels like I should know it but there is no sense of recognition. It's night time and the street is dark, alm…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Fake

    I watched the Dragon and his Rider ascend every morning as they set off on missions, having untold and unseen adventures together. Bards began singing their tales in the tavern at night where the whole village would gather after their return every evening…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Dream Mist

    "Anything?" Bantu asked.

    "Gimme a sec," replied Shari. With a gloved hand she reached into the mist hovering before her, dipping a small test tube into it and filling it as best she could. With the other hand she stoppered it before withdrawing it and ge…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Every Sunday Evening

    9:30PM

    The house is silent and dark except for the light above the couch. I sit with a book, trying to disappear into its world so my dreams will be more full of fantasy and less full of reality.

    10:30PM

    I yawn. My arms and legs weigh a million tons, my …

    Posted 3 years ago
  • My Worst Enemy

    I’m caught in a raging sea of should’s, helplessly flailing against the tide I've created. Through the roar of the sea, I hear his childish laugher. “Da…nny. Wh…hy. Danny.. Why...you?” I’m swept beneath the waves of regret…

    It’s peaceful in this cold da…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Sertraline Dream #3: I Broke My Laptop

    This laptop has served me well over the past few years, ever since I picked it up from the on-campus IT store. This makes it all the more depressing when I manage to break it.

    I don't know how I did it, exactly, but a piece of plastic that shouldn't exis…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Sertraline Dream #2: Snack Food of the Future

    My high school art room seems a bit different. I'm not sure if it's just me or if the kilns aren't in the proper place.

    I've got something in front of me that I'm supposed to eat. It sort of looks like a thing of Dunkaroos where you dip something into so…

    Posted 4 years ago
  • Sertraline Dream #1: Unmerited Compliments

    My professor's tears stream down her face, her voice shattered with emotional distress. We sit across from each other aside a table shocked with streaks of pale yellows and oranges that marble its veneer surface. Our yellow chairs are ancient, and the vin…

    Posted 4 years ago