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Dreamwalkers

Leituras 375
Votos 15
Capítulos 9
Tempo 1h 11m

Leituras 375
Votos 15
Capítulos 9
Tempo 1h 11m

I'd always had the dreams. The feelings. As if I was never alone. I got used to the random touch on my back or the light whisper in my ear. But after my birthday, strange things started to happen. Well, more strange. My dreams were quickly becoming nightmares and my reality was becoming more and more of a dream.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Don't Look Back, de Carolyn_Hill

ONC 2024: In college, it was a case of wrong place/wrong time. Eight years later, they have a second chance. But will they take the leap? ___ Prompt 14: "My muse, believe me, waiting for you has been a form of freedom." ___ Excerpt: "Don't look back." Ian stares at me through the screen with his dark, intense gaze. "Don't long for all the things that might have been. Don't chastise yourself for the decisions you've made." For a moment, his words render me silent. "Appreciate all those little indentations that make you who you are," he says with a tender expression. "And remember your superpower." "What superpower?" "Let yourself dream again." A tender smile crosses his features. "Focus that intense drive of yours on the future like you used to do." He's right. For so long, I've been living in survival mode. One foot in front of the other. Stuck in this nightmare, I haven't been able to see any other way forward. Until now. "You're free now," he says, "to make better choices that will make you truly happy." For a moment, I let my mind take me wherever it wants to go. Right now? It wants to be in Boston, beside him. But can I leave everything behind?

Army Dreamers ↬ Morpheus., de faevens

Some stories begin in kingdoms of glass, or forests where time forgets to move. This one begins in a coffee shop. A small, unremarkable place where the air tastes of burnt sugar and rain. Jane did not believe in fate. Fate is a thing for stories, for other people. For lives more dramatic than hers. She believed in early mornings and late nights, in chipped mugs and quiet customers, in coffee ... the bitter salvation of the sleepless. And then he came. Tall as a winter tree, skin pale as unfallen snow, eyes fathomless and black as ink spilled across eternity. He asked for nothing more than a cup of coffee, but the way he said her name - Jane. It was like a hymn remembered from another life. She would not learn until much later that he was older than kingdoms, older than gods, older than the first dream whispered in the dark. That he was not a man at all, but a dream given shape and sorrow. And that in loving him, she had changed the story of the world They say love can conquer time. But time is cruel. And when he vanished, Jane waited. A hundred years of rain on glass, a hundred years of nights without his voice. But dreams never die. And some, no matter how deep they are buried, return. #1 DCEU 8/7/2025.

𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+], de aivahkaur

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

The Backrooms: Essence of Desolation, de LiminalOne

Once, the world still meant something. People weren't hollow strangers, trust wasn't a cruel illusion, and freedom flowed as freely as water. Now drinkable water is scarce-and freedom even scarcer. Every step forward costs more than I can give, yet I keep moving, even when surrendering to the endless night would be easier. Why do I keep pressing on through these familiar alleys and shadowed corridors, where only death or desolation waits? Why am I carving these words into the crumbling face of an old concrete wall? When did my hand turn black? And how long ago did it become too late to turn back? ---------------------------- Yoooooo! What's up liminal lovers and clinical schizos! This is a rewrite of a story I made in the past that will likely have a different plot and generally be a thousand times better! Thanks to @_pepperleaf for being my amazing editor! Anyway enjoy the story, Love you guys! -LiminalOne

My Dreams, de BoyoBoyman

Sometimes I have dreams, My memory of these dreams aren't always clear and the stories tend to be a bit jumpy, a lot of these happen because I ate ice cream before bed. NOTE all names and locations have been changed for safety purposes

The Queen Of The Cobras, de AThousandShores

~ONGOING 1st Draft~ Trauma isn't something you're born with, so why does it stick with you for life? Why is it so bad I fear going outside? Fear people? Fear crowds? Fear speaking itself? I've never had much but, with time, more and more kept gradually being taken away from me; my dreams, my hopes, and even parts of myself. Now, the one thing I thought I'd never lose- my comfort. Everything in my life changes when those vile people cut me off, kick me out, and abandon me. Just like they did to him. They took away the last thing I had to bring me comfort- the four walls of my apartment. The only hope I have to figure out what happened to my family is to accept a not-so-pleasing offer and go against everything I've lived my life by. What could possibly go wrong? Right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 18+ TW: Stalking, mass shooting, violence, blood Currently in progress and will be edited regularly. It will also be a slow and long build up. Thank you for reading!

Redemption Reserved for Superheros, de RDeano

(edit) I forgot to add that this started out as a confessional journal about becoming clean after a 10 year + addiction to OTC cold meds, but that was not my style of writing, I liked the material so I wanted to expand it into a novel length work featuring the journal elements. To say this work is a roller coaster would put it lightly. Although there are elements of time travel I would consider my sudden transitions reality travel. I use actual experience and dreams as a foundation, then toss in some fourth wall breaking narratives (meta-fiction), with a sprinkling of facts and quotations from songs and factual articles. It tends to be written similarly to an essay sans the boring. I have been influenced strongly by Vonnegut and W. S. Burroughs , and a wide variety of album rock, and that bleeds through. The tags dystopian and dark humor describe the whole piece best but there is a lot of genre jumping. I've done a good deal of research, not just for factual things but for the type of writing I do. Although not technically fan fiction, there is a nod to Final Fantasy games. The cover photo is a shared copyright, Brian Barbour took the photo, I added treatments.

Out Of Control, de Ribellebella

[18+] Book Two of Control "...And I think I had to go through hell just to reach the top not knowing what prize was meeting me up there." I found out the source of my nightmares all because of one therapy session. All of my trauma floated to the surface. Will I make it out alive? Or will I let it consume me?

When Stories Wake Up, de FracturedDream

Are you a writer? Do you ever feel guilty... when your characters suffer? When you break them, just to make the story better? You say, "It's just fiction." But what if... it's not? What if your story started feeling the same way? What if the characters you shaped with your words began to remember everything, every heartbreak, every betrayal, every death you wrote for them? And what if they wanted more than just a chapter? So tell me... If the story becomes real... If the characters you once controlled begin to take the pen from your hands... If the story starts writing you... just the way you wrote them... With all the pain, the heartbreak, the twists you never saw coming... What do you think your ending will be?

Trapped In A Blocky Wonderland | Dream Team x Reader, de FlammaLupum

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like this place you're in doesn't feel right? Like you should be somewhere else entirely? This isn't right... Are you supposed to be able to fell a tree with your fists? Are you supposed to be able to pick up little blocks in place of normal items? Are the dead supposed to rise and walk the lands? Is that tall, lanky monster with glowing purple eyes that teleports around normal? Is any of this normal? This just isn't right... Should I be here? Well, at least I'm not stuck here alone. With them... it feels less like a prison. They make this place more bearable. In a world that feels anything but normal, at least they can make me feel normal. If only until we figure out if we're really where we're meant to be. Or if we're meant to escape this blocky wonderland. Cover Art created by: @Harusimp MILESTONES!!! Feb 1st: 10K reads! Feb 18: 30K!

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My Dreams cover

The Queen Of The Cobras cover

Redemption Reserved for Superheros cover

Out Of Control cover

When Stories Wake Up cover

Trapped In A Blocky Wonderland | Dream Team x Reader cover

Don't Look Back

ONC 2024: In college, it was a case of wrong place/wrong time. Eight years later, they have a second chance. But will they take the leap? _ Prompt 14: "My muse, believe me, waiting for you has been a form of freedom." _ Excerpt: "Don't look back." Ian stares at me through the screen with his dark, intense gaze. "Don't long for all the things that might have been. Don't chastise yourself for the decisions you've made." For a moment, his words render me silent. "Appreciate all those little indentations that make you who you are," he says with a tender expression. "And remember your superpower." "What superpower?" "Let yourself dream again." A tender smile crosses his features. "Focus that intense drive of yours on the future like you used to do." He's right. For so long, I've been living in survival mode. One foot in front of the other. Stuck in this nightmare, I haven't been able to see any other way forward. Until now. "You're free now," he says, "to make better choices that will make you truly happy." For a moment, I let my mind take me wherever it wants to go. Right now? It wants to be in Boston, beside him. But can I leave everything behind?