Dream Diaries
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Última publicación jue, dic 26, 2019
Ever have a dream so bazaar that you have to write it down to tell the world? Yeah, me too. This is a collection of dreams written down, with a bit of an authors twist.
DISCLAIMER: yes someone of the people in my dreams are people from my life. I have nothing against the people who are in these stories, it's just what my subconscious created while I was asleep. ALSO these stories were written down sometimes months apart (just not published) so some of the people in them for example the first chapter (my boyfriend in the dream) are no longer. Everything in this book of short stories will get published as I have time to, while I constantly write down my dreams when I feel they are important enough to write down!
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Step closer, into the heart of the Old Bazaar, where shadows cling to the walls like restless spirits. Every crack in the stone speaks of forgotten terror, every whisper a warning. The weight of time presses against you, as ancient storefronts bear witness to countless lives lost to madness. This is no ordinary marketplace. It thrives on the darkest corners of the human psyche-twisted desires, obsessions, and unspoken fears come alive here. Every step you take invites madness. Do you hear it? The creak of a door opening, or the beat of your own heart echoing in your chest? Time behaves differently in this place, bending reality and nightmare into one. The merchants don't peddle goods; they trade in your deepest fears. Trinkets and baubles promise fulfillment, but the true cost is hidden beneath, in the desires you thought long buried. In the Old Bazaar, nothing is as it seems. In a forgotten corner, an old woman offers a mirror that promises to reveal your deepest truth. But beware-it shows more than your reflection. It reveals the darkness you harbor within. Turn around. Do you see it? A figure in the shadows, watching. It may be a man, or something worse. Its eyes gleam with malice, knowing all you've hidden. The Old Bazaar is no dream-it is a place where nightmares are lived. You may leave, but will you truly escape? Or will the horrors you've awakened follow you, lingering long after the market has closed? Prepare yourself, traveler. The journey has just begun, and in this labyrinth, there's no telling how-or if-you'll find your way out.
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