Dreamlike Stories

I don't always notice when things stop being real. Sometimes it's small things. A place that feels slightly wrong. A moment that doesn't match what I remember. A thought I'm sure I never had... until I did. And sometimes it's worse. Because there are moments I can't tell if I'm remembering my life or building it while I'm inside it. Vanya keeps moving forward, trying to make sense of what's happening around her. But the world doesn't stay still long enough to explain itself. And something...always just out of reach...feels like it already knows her better than she knows herself. ✨ SEASON ONE: I WAKE UP WHEN I ALMOST DIED

'Some love survives time. Ours survived death.' But Leo doesn't speak. Leo doesn't love. Leo, the princely dumb doll, is the town's quiet. And when Maya arrived in the town as the school's temporary teacher, the quiet gains heat. Leo doesn't know why, but he remembers Maya from somewhere. Maya feels a pull, but doesn't know towards what. So when the rain arrives, memories knock. Clothes come off, and lives in. 10-chapters of finding why his eyes make her feel seen, and her eyes make him want rain. --- The cover used for the novel is AI-generated.

This is not your average story, and it seems easy to comprehend. But underneath the surface, you will find the most unsolvable paradoxes known to man, that have haunted philosophers for ages. Escape is quite impossible as you must solve Enter The Paradox Box.

La routine perfetta di Monsieur Lumière si incrina quando il mondo comincia lentamente a deformarsi davanti ai suoi occhi.

Some love stories are remembered because they were loud. Others endure because they were lived quietly. Greatest Love Stories of the Forgotten Century is a lyrical historical romance set at the threshold of the 20th century, where letters traveled slowly, winters felt longer, and love learned the art of waiting. Told through intimate moments, quiet devotion, and memories shaped by distance and time, this short novel follows a love that does not ask to be legendary. It asks only to be true. Snow-covered streets, unsent messages, shared laughter, and hands reaching out before fear arrives become the language of a bond that survives without spectacle. Blending poetic prose, spoken-word reflection, and a tender bonus fairytale, the book explores how love softens even the coldest seasons, how ordinary days become sacred, and how devotion can exist without being seen. This is a story for readers who believe that the greatest romances are not always written into history books, but into waiting, into warmth chosen again and again, into the quiet courage of staying. A clean, heartfelt historical romance about love that lingers long after the century forgets its n

A man opens his eyes in a wilderness of shadows, haunted by eerie sounds and flickering ghosts. He doesn't know where he is, or why a silent figure insists on leading him deeper underground. Tribes await him, each cursed by afflictions. Monsters rise from the dark, blocking his path forward. Every battle earns him a potion. Every potion brings him closer to the truth. But the truth is the most terrifying monster of all. Do you dare enter the cave?

Laura just wanted to know the time. The wrong question, asked to the wrong person, at the wrong moment - and the world never quite came back. Now the clock reads 00:00. The neighbor waters flowers with a dry hose. And the voice echoing in her head isn't only hers anymore. The Endless Cycle is a quiet descent into a fragmenting mind - one that isn't sure it wants to be put back together.

In a world where the power of shimmer can define one's fate, Princess Enid of Oshemi stands at a crossroads. Born with uncontrollable, dangerous magic bestowed by the Enilean gods, she is both a miracle and a curse. As she approaches her eighteenth birthday, Enid is thrust into an unwanted marriage and the responsibilities of ruling a kingdom that feels more like a prison. Her only solace lies in the night sky and the rare moments of peace she finds with her mother, Queen Heylan. But Enid's life is far from ordinary. Haunted by a tragic accident caused by her shimmer and plagued by dreams of a mysterious figure offering help, Enid grapples with her identity and the immense expectations placed upon her. She longs for a life free from the burdens of her power and duty, yet destiny seems determined to shape her into a powerful warrior and queen. As the day of her coronation dawns, Enid must navigate the complexities of her royal duties, the pressure from her father who sees her as nothing more than a weapon, and the enigmatic dreams that may hold the key to her true potential. Can Enid find a way to control her shimmer and forge her own path, or will she remain a pawn in a game she never chose to play? Dive into the captivating tale of Enid, where magic, duty, and the quest for self-discovery intertwine in a world as beautiful as it is perilous.

How many deaths must a soul endure before it becomes whole? A Life by a Thousand Death is a confession made out loud. Not to be forgiven. Not to be saved. To be witnessed. It moves the way memory moves when it is honest, recursive, unfinished, and allergic to clean timelines. What I call the past is not behind me. It is in my throat. It is in my sleep. It is in the way my body prepares for loss before anything has happened. I was called a miracle before I was old enough to understand what that word demands. Later, I was treated like a burden, as if the miracle had expired and only the cost remained. My family did not pass down stories. It passed down rules. Some were spoken. Most were enforced through silence. A person learns quickly what cannot be named without consequences. A person learns to live with gaps, and to call them normal. Each chapter is a record of what had to be cut away to keep going. A belief. A name. A future. Sometimes innocence. Sometimes tenderness. Sometimes it's the simple ability to ask for what I needed without feeling guilty for having needs at all. These are deaths of the soul. Some are quiet enough to hide inside a regular day. Some are loud enough to rearrange the whole house. If you are looking for redemption, you will not find it here. This is not a story about healing. It is a ritual for the in-between. For the ones who kept living when living stopped feeling holy. For the ones who learned that survival is not always a victory, sometimes it is just a continuation. What survives is not hope. Not the kind people sell. What survives is the body still moving. Jaw locked. Lungs dragging air. Steps taken without consent. A life carried forward on discipline, stubbornness, and the strange refusal to disappear. Unholy. Unforgiven. Alive.

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

She was perfection-too perfect, perhaps. He called her by many names, each one a reflection of the way he saw her, the way he needed her to be. Geneviève was not just a woman; she was a fever, a force, an obsession that blurred the line between love and madness. Through fragmented recollections and letters never meant to be read, a tale unfolds of longing, beauty, and the inescapable grip of desire. But beneath the poetry lies something darker-a question lingering between the lines, waiting to be answered. How much of love is real? And how much is only a dream we refuse to wake from? Please let me know what you think thus far (Chapters 1-3 available at this moment)

Dunno. Just felt like writing about this. Please read. please comment. vote, if you like it. Peace.

A short, surreal story about a strange village without water, an ethereal child, and a descent into the unknown. Immerse yourself in dreamlike imagery, haunting metaphors, and a world that feels just out of reach. Trigger warning: subtle psychological tension and unsettling surrealism.

This is a work of fanfiction and deals with a affectionate dream of being with your one love . Get engaged with Thugesh aka Mahesh Keshwala . Link to insta for edits - Acc name - wanna_be.keshwality https://instagram.com/wanna_be.keshwality?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA==

One morning you wake up, and everything feels familiar yet something is missing. Iris is the name of a story that flows inward, a tale of silence, of reflections, and of being found in the act of losing oneself. This book is a translation of the original Turkish novel "Irmak"

Edna Ace liked Caleb Leigh for years. In her eyes, he is perfection. One she could sacrifices everything for. One thing is sure: Caleb Leigh shall be hers. What could possibly go wrong? Completed. September 2025. #Shortys2025. This story was included on the longlist for the Shortys 2025.

In this anthology, "Encounters", I wanted to challenge my own creativity by writing a different short story every day taking inspiration from varying locations using existentialism as my creative starting point. The first short story was featured in the online literary magazine "Fairlight Books".

A lone man who walks on raindrops arrives in town with his loyal, colorful bird. a quiet world soon stirs under the drizzle of his strange powers.