Dreamlike Stories

Echoes of Me is a haunting, atmospheric novel about love, identity, and the mind's desperate fight to protect what the heart can't survive. Read it. Then read it again Also some chapters don't have music. That's intentional!💕

Fragments Beneath Neon Moons is a fantasy short story collection inspired by anime aesthetics, emotional silence, and worlds that exist between reality and imagination.

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

This is a what if story about freddie but it starts with Roger's POV you just have to read it but ! Tell me what you think cause I would love to continue this idea (s)

After an accident outside the town clinic, Celeste wakes up injured, and not entirely sure what's real. As she's cared for by a quiet, kind doctor and comforted by her mother, strange details begin to repeat. Somewhere between pain, dreams, and lingering glances, Celeste realizes this night isn't over yet.

In the 1990s, little girls at the age of eight to ten tinker with dolls or prance in a game of house. We lived in our magical castles, wishing on a starry night for a prince to appear at our windows. We twirl to musicals, throw desserts in the oven with our mother's, and embellish tables for every meal. We played 'dress up', slipped into gowns and tiaras, smeared lipstick on, and dabbed smelly glitter on our cheeks and temples for fairy teacup parties. There are very little happy memories of my childhood. I reflect on my younger years as if I'd been imprisoned in a cave, captive to darkness only to feel my way out for school during the day. But that isn't entirely true. To escape the shadows, I played my own game called, 'dress up family'. My 'dress up family' are wisps of glistening golden light, shining through in my memories, like iridescent reflections of passing water. Swift in their brilliance, before dropping me cold, cold, cold in the shadows. I have an older sister in my 'dress up family', with two parents: one mom, one dad. My 'dress up' mom served me pasta and apple juice in a wine glass. My 'dress up' father taught me patience, and stoic devotion. My 'dress up' sister made me love her unconditionally. During the day, free from the arms of the shadows embrace, I bounded in the suburban sunlight with my 'dress up' sister. We journeyed to the private elementary school that my 'dress up' parents enrolled us in, rode horses in the rain and snow, and marveled at the emerging evening sky of glitter above us. But at the end of the day, at the end of my 'dress up' spell, I wished my 'dress up family' goodnight and reentered the shadows of my cold, cold, cold home again.

Madman's Flee - A Mind Unraveling A man walks through the shifting streets, lost in a world that no longer fits around him. Faces pass, familiar yet hollow, voices call, but their words slip through cracks in his mind. Somewhere, in the haze of memory, there's a girl-faint laughter, fingertips brushing against his own, a presence he can't place yet refuses to forget. The city hums, the air thick with something unnamed. Is he chasing the past, or is the past chasing him?

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.

a story written about a dream girl

A boy who has forgotten even himself awakens within a surreal, shifting landscape shaped by his own mind. As he wanders through liminal spaces and dreamlike realities, encountering strange entities, he searches not for escape or survival, but for understanding-of his lost purpose, his fractured existence, and what it truly means to be.

Floating Away is a poignant tale about the life of a young man named Jason who reflects upon critical moments in his life after he's presented a unique opportunity to go back in time a precious few hours... But at what cost? Memories burst through his mind like a flood, reminding him of some of the most joyful times in his life. As the course of time twists on through his mind, though, he eventually makes his way to a darker zone in his mind in which much darker memories reside; heartbreak, loneliness and emotional instability. Finally the memories tie into the present, in which Jason is faced with the most difficult decision of his life. Floating Away explores a few concepts common to most of humanity, but makes particular focus on emotionally impacting subjects like heartbreak, as well as abstract ideas like nostalgia. An attempt is made to convert abstract emotion and expressionless feeling into words and phrases; all while keeping an almost dreamlike air of melancholy floating in the atmosphere. This is an experimental piece, communicated primarily through a first-person expository narrative coupled with tangentially related poetry. That's the official preface that I've got thus far. If you continue reading, you'll engage the portion of the introduction that contains more specifics on how this is being written and how your input could have influence on it. Basically, at its current state, this entire piece is subject to change at any moment without warning; you have been warned (wait what?) Due to the fluid nature of the this story, your input could have large impact on how its written. I already have the general idea for how I want it to end (It's based on a dream I had), but as for how we get there is still flexible. I want to make this good, and not awkward or insincere, so if you find a portion that just doesn't work, let me know and I'll revise. Otherwise, all the general things like pacing and flow are easy to modify, so let me know! Thanks!

A girl seems to be going through something-but who is she? And what is this strange, otherworldly place she has stumbled into? The story begins with more questions than answers, drawing you into a world filled with both enchantment and cruelty. As the journey unfolds, you'll discover magic and betrayal, but beneath it all lies a tale about something profoundly human: the journey toward self-forgiveness. Though this fantastical world may seem far removed from the life we know, its truths are universal and deeply resonant.

This is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to improve. My goal is to make you feel something at the end of each poem :)

The realization that everyone has a life as vivid and complex as your own

A routine morning walk turns into a nightmarish realization about what love should be.

Lost stories. Words misplaced in time and space.

After years of making Pinterest boards about characters who don't exist, someone starts responding. He knows what she's thinking. What she's hiding. What she's afraid of. She wants to believe it's a game. But then he says her real name. This is the story of a girl, her imaginary lover, and a digital haunting that might just save her.