Hundred Dreams
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Till the sun rise, till the sun sets, each step we took and each idea we learn and make are stored in our mind.
With no rest or sleep it processes the knowledge, the wisdom, the memories, the emotions, our movements and our well-being
Can you believe that our own mind is creative? Even when we are asleep? They create dreams. Dreams... how mysterious and full of wonder they are.
But why do we have dreams? Do they have meaning? How can our mind make such strange and mysterious tales?
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Almos
"Who are you?" I asked him but instead of answering my question he suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me for a run. I don't know where he will bring me but to my surprised, I let him. We run away from something I don't know. I just know that there is something that was pulling me through a deep unknown darkness. But he was there and now we are running away. I don't know who he is yet I trusted him with all my life. For that instant, I knew my heart belongs to him. *** *** "I didn't mean to love you yet I love you so much I cannot hold you so tight." I said those words and I couldn't stop myself not to feel the bitterness of the truth we are going to face. But still I hold her hand even though I know that it isn't right. We run and I save her. Yet, I don't know it was the beginning and I don't want to find out the ending. Still, the end is near and I cannot hold her even though my heart already belongs to her.
Blood and Apples: An Annora Park Novel: Book One
Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and overKumpleto
39 Days
I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.Kumpleto
Candle Lit Nightmares
Nightmares... We think their simply just nightmares and nothing more. We think it's all just made up and that there is nothing to worry about... But what if those nightmares come true?Kumpleto
Naseria
Everything is just the beginning. You wake up in a foreign place, disoriented, with no memory of who you are. The faces around you are unfamiliar, yet there's a strange sense of recognition, as if you've seen them before in some forgotten dream. Every step you take unravels new mysteries, pieces of a life you can't remember but instinctively know is yours. What did you forget? And why does it feel like your entire past is something you'd rather never remember? As you dig deeper, it becomes clear that everything around you - the people, the surroundings, even the events - has been meticulously set up, as if someone wants to force you to recall those memories. But who is behind this? Why are they so desperate for you to remember? What is it in your past that holds so much weight? The more mysteries you solve, the closer you get to the truth. But with each answer comes more questions. What did you do in that forgotten past, and why is someone so determined for you to relive it? And the final question lingers in your mind: If you solve all the mysteries, will the truth set you free? Or will it trap you in a reality you wish you had never uncovered?
Wolfblood
It was dark and I was all alone I couldn't see anything, not even my hands in front of me. I felt all sick like I had a cold. " Where am I ? " I asked. " Your in your my mind ? " a voice replied. It sounded like we were in a cave. " What do you mean I'm in your mind ? " I asked again. " We are telepathically linked now, you can't run from me anymore, " replied the person " Just stop messing with me and tell me who you are and where am I, " I Sid. I started to get really eritated. And what did the person mean by you can't run from me anymore. Who was it that I was running from. Then I started to get a little dizzy and my through started to burn. Then all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I woke up. I was in a white room with like 1,000,000 bright light on me. It hurt a lot. There were cords tied up to me and I didn't know where I was.Kumpleto
「星に願いを」 (When You Wish Upon a Star) : Part Ω
I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?Kumpleto
Lullaby
Amnesia... It's the worst thief of all, robbing you of your memories, leaving your possessions worthless. Is a clean slate still a clean slate if it's not as clear as it should be? Do legends exist? What's the worst that could happen?... (NOT another love story, it's short and possibly offensive)Kumpleto![In Every Lifetime [Human POV]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/389996290-256-k948990.jpg)
In Every Lifetime [Human POV]
You already know Lilian's story. Now, it's time to hear mine. I have lived seven lives-each one pulling me back to the same person. The vampire who never stopped chasing me. The lover who swore to find me, no matter the body, no matter the time. In every lifetime, I met her. In every lifetime, I fell for her. And in every lifetime, I lost her. But what did I feel in those moments? When I first lost her in the forests of Old England, heart unprepared? When she first saved me by the riverbank in Borneo-just a monster and a mere human, bound by fate? When I uncovered the truth about her in 1910 New York, standing between love and fear? When I fought beside her in World War II, longing for something I didn't remember? When she found me in the streets, revealing the truth about who we were-who we had always been? When I walked the neon streets of a cyberpunk future, unaware I was already hers? When I shattered the world to give us a second chance? This is my story. My love. My pain. My fate.Kumpleto
Desolate
For those who belong nowhere, those who walk the face of the earth on their own, carrying their hearts in their palms, holding everyone together while they dissolve into air. So many souls are homeless, may it be their home. May they find peace in knowing they are not alone, if not, at least they won't feel as stray as I once did. The word is haunted. Not by ghosts. By a maybe. By the soft echo of a woman who once lit his path out of darkness. A woman who no longer remembers his name... But who still lives inside every choice he makes. He was not made to follow the rules. He was made to make them. Where a match may light a room, A flame like him sets a whole world ablaze. In this story, Truth wears a mask, and order is just chaos in disguise. His world, at last, reveals its true face, when he sets it on fire.
"Who are you?" I asked him but instead of answering my question he suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me for a run. I don't know where he will bring me but to my surprised, I let him. We run away from something I don't know. I just know that there is something that was pulling me through a deep unknown darkness. But he was there and now we are running away. I don't know who he is yet I trusted him with all my life. For that instant, I knew my heart belongs to him. *** *** "I didn't mean to love you yet I love you so much I cannot hold you so tight." I said those words and I couldn't stop myself not to feel the bitterness of the truth we are going to face. But still I hold her hand even though I know that it isn't right. We run and I save her. Yet, I don't know it was the beginning and I don't want to find out the ending. Still, the end is near and I cannot hold her even though my heart already belongs to her.
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