Dreamlike Stories

Months after the storm that changed everything, YN continues driving the Remnant through the Olympic Exclusion Zone, helping Francis with his research while quietly carrying the weight of a sacrifice neither of them has ever truly recovered from. Their days settle into a routine of abandoned roads, strange anomalies, and conversations over a crackling radio-until one day- a blue door appears in the middle of the forest. Against every warning, YN follows a familiar voice through the doorway and finds themself caught between memory and reality. As long-forgotten memories begin to unravel, YN must confront the impossible hope that some things thought lost forever may not be beyond saving.

Cover Made by Canva Memories Of A Life Lived

It is the fixed version of "The Life of a Secret Agent"

Waking in a vast, lush field of grass with no memory of how he got there, he's met by another who looks exactly like him-except worn and covered in dirt. Together, they begin exploring a place ruled not by logic, but by wonder: a fantasy world alive with impossible creatures, living oceans, and sights so beautiful they feel unreal. Each chapter unfolds as a new journey, shaped by curiosity and awe, as the two move through landscapes that bend the rules of reality. This is a story about discovery, companionship, and learning to walk beside who you are becoming- together

My grandparents' house had always felt larger than life. I assumed it had only seemed that way because I was a little kid.

A girl cursed by her own mind. A world she can't remember. A magic that never forgot her. Luella was once a princess-before the curse. Now she drifts through life wrapped in soft illusions and half-remembered dreams. Her memories scattered, and her sense of self...fading. Until she appears. A mysterious woman with eyes that feel like déjà vu. A scroll bearing impossible ingredients. A council cloaked in secrets. Suddenly, the forgotten world Luella was hidden from begins to stir. Joined by a violet-winged fairy and a team of friends (and faux...), Luella sets out on a journey, finding the ancient magic buried within her. Because some curses are quiet. Some are soft. And some live inside your own mind. But magic always remembers its own. ⸻ Featuring: 🌙 Soft worldbuilding, emotional magic, moon & sun energy 🧚 Lavender fairies, forgotten pasts, celestial curses 📜 Found family, slow unraveling, scroll-bound secrets 💫 Gentle fantasy for daydreamers & soul-searchers

🌫️ The Cemetery That Swallows Fog When a young man takes a shortcut through an abandoned cemetery, he doesn't expect to step into another world. A place where fog doesn't move with the wind... it waits. Where silence is heavier than sound. And where the dead animals at the gate are only the beginning of something far worse. Deep inside the cemetery lies a forbidden grave-older than memory itself. When it opens, it doesn't reveal death... but a passage. He wakes in a purple-lit city that should not exist. A place where fog walks between streets, markets sell bottled emotions, and cafés serve meals that feed something deeper than hunger. No one here is truly alive in the way he understands. And yet... they are aware of him. As he moves through this impossible world-through ancient shops, silent crowds, and forests filled with colossal creatures-he begins to realize a terrifying truth: This world is not new. It is what remains after everything else is forgotten. And the more he remembers... the more it notices him. But when he finally returns home, he doesn't come back alone. Something came back with him. And now, reality is starting to fog over. 🌫A surreal dark fantasy story about memory, forgotten worlds, and the thin line between reality and something that was never meant to be remembered.

This story is completely based on a dream I had. An encounter that felt meaningful, and I wanted to turn it into a story. It follows a lonely night at a quiet train station, where I meet a mysterious girl with vivid pink hair.

Enter the tower. And forget the way down. Every floor is a story. Every story is a trap. Every trap is wrapped in beauty. The birds whisper of a ruler with wings of gold. They say he owns the sky. They say he owns their minds. But the stars are changing, and the lost wayfarers are climbing. This tale is nothing like it seems. Note: English is not my first language, I'm using AI to translate it in order to make it accessible to a wider public. Feel free to correct me on any error you may find on the matters of syntax and grammare.

Why does it matter wether someone has a title or not? It doesn't, and a young woman learns that in an eventful dream.

Have you ever witnessed a light so bright, that you almost convince yourself that you might have gone blind? So bright, that the afternoon sky sans clouds look pearly, glittering, as the sunlight gleams off of it. You feel your throat burn with every sip you take of your drink, music in the background muted by your thoughts, so loud. Your throat burns, it's on fire. He seems so close yet so distant. You see his face break into a smile. You cannot stop looking at him. The world around you is moving too fast. You're stuck in a dreamy haze as though you are high. What is happening? What is the truth? What is real?

Some moments do not belong to yesterday. And they do not belong to tomorrow either. Mira never expected to meet anyone on the quiet road at dusk. Yet one evening, when the sky hovered between light and darkness, a strange girl appeared. Her name was Virelle. She looks young, but speaks like someone who has seen centuries pass. She appears without warning, vanishes without explanation, and only seems to exist in the quiet space between days. Every time they meet, a new question unfolds-about loneliness, time, memories, and the strange weight of being human. But the more Mira learns about Virelle, the more she begins to wonder: Is Virelle a fairy... an angel... or something that was never meant to be seen at all? And why does she appear only to her?

A teenager gets into a car wreck and gets thrown into a coma. This story is what follows this car wreck. Grief, anticipation, and how her friends and family stand emotionally afterwards. She watches this from a almost dreamlike, out of body state with the question of how to come back-and if she wants to.

The Mechanical Sea tells a melancholic, futuristic journey of self-discovery set in Reality Alpha-0001-A, part of the Fractal Multiverse. In the year 9999, on the distant world of Technomare, a lonely herder named Vexa lives above an ocean of living metal-until a forgotten voice and a mysterious signal lead her into the depths of a dreaming machine-sea. A soft, atmospheric short story about memory, loss, identity, and choosing to feel in a world built to forget.

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A short story. After performing with his dance company at his school, Alex and his friends encounter another dance company that dances not for entertainment, but for something else...

The Bench follows a narrator drawn again and again to a quiet park seat, compelled by a dream and an unshakable sense of yearning. Days turn into weeks, and still the pull remains-until one day, a familiar figure appears, and the unspoken weight between them comes to light. A tender, timeless short story about memory, waiting, and the spaces where silence speaks.

His routine kept him numb. Her magic woke him up. Now reality is falling apart.