Dreamlike Stories

Miranda joins a new school and finds her childhood friend who is now a celebrity. She faces several surprises in her life with here boyfriend ............. along with a few unexpected challenges

After sleepless hours on an emergency maintenance call, Liam follows a young boy into the tunnels beneath the city. There he discovers an impossible gambling room hidden among pipes and concrete, where weary strangers bet fragments of their lives instead of money. As memories surface and reality begins to fracture, Liam is drawn into a game that seems to know him better than he knows himself - and where even the smallest remnants of his past may no longer hold any value.

We were normal at first. I knew her. I knew her name, her voice, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention. Then we got into the car. And something changed. It wasn't loud. Nothing dramatic happened. It was just... gone. Her name didn't feel familiar anymore. Her face wouldn't stay in my mind no matter how hard I tried. Even the people in the front seats felt like strangers I was never supposed to recognize. The car keeps moving. Straight road. Endless sunlight outside, like everything is too perfect to be real. Green fields, golden sky, windows fogged just enough that you can see beauty but never clearly. She sits across from me in the backseat, looking out the window like she's watching something I can't see. I keep looking at her, then away, then back again, like if I stare long enough I might remember who she is again. But I don't. And the worst part is... it feels like I should.

For the first time, the alarm was heard in the Primary Headquarters. "Resource number 012897 has escaped... vault one is damaged" said the system. "Capitalize all the doors!" commander Titus of the legion of Moses ordered. "Resource number 012897 has invaded vault twenty. Capitalization commencing in 10, 9, 8..." the system informed. "I knew this was coming." Lieutenant Beitt of the legion of John admitted. "The Labyrinth cannot handle him... he's too complex for extract further." She added. She was replied with furious smashing of glass screens from the higher official. "Resource number 012897 has escaped the vicinity... Damage rate: 79% of the facility has been destroyed... system EVE will go under hibernation to preserve the ecosystem until repairs are substantial." The AI updated before it suspended all it's tasks.

She isnt broken. Not falling apart. Just slightly removed from everything that is supposed to feel real. Her friends notice the distance, even if they cannot name it. Her life continues anyway messages, conversations, laughter in the right places. She learns how to perform being present well enough that no one asks too many questions. But inside, there are gaps. Moments where time doesn't connect properly. Reflections that feel unfamiliar. Thoughts that arrive without permission and leave without explanation. And then there is him. Not someone who saves her. Not someone who understands her. Just someone who exists in a way that feels steady enough to notice. As her perception of reality begins to fracture in ways she cannot fully describe, she tries to fit in to normal life friends, routine, silence, anything that still responds to her. But some experiences do not ask to be understood. They only ask to be endured. And not everything that feels like it is disappearing was ever fully there to begin with.

There's something truly mesmerizing about the night sky when it's free from the glare of city lights. The vast expanse overhead, dotted with countless stars and the shimmering band of the Milky Way, invites a sense of wonder and calm that's hard to find anywhere else. For photographers, capturing this cosmic spectacle is both a challenge and a passion. Dreamlike nightscapes under the Milky Way are not just photos; they are visual stories that connect us to the universe in a profound way. Yvette Heiser Texas: Using Photography to Enchant the World exemplifies how this creative pursuit can inspire others to see the night sky - and the world itself - with fresh eyes.

This story is on hiatus till I feel like writing it again

A journey into the weird mind of an introvert girl. A book where I tell myself without filters and fear. Nothing but the truth. If you're curious... come and read it! The story will be written mostly in English and Italian, but few parts will be only in Italian. Anyway, it will not affect the reading. (Be kind,English is not my native language) Un viaggio all'interno della mente strana di una ragazza introversa. Un libro dove mi racconto senza filtri e senza paura. Nient'altro che la verità. Se siete almeno un po' curiosi... leggete! La storia sarà scritta per lo più in inglese ed italiano, ma qualche parte sarà solo in italiano.

*The updates of this story will be slow* When Aster begins writing strange poems she doesn't remember composing, she brushes it off as artistic obsession. Until the words start etching themselves into trees-until her hands won't stop. Then she vanishes. Told in alternating perspectives between a mother desperate to find her daughter and a girl haunted by a spectral presence in the orchard, this is a story about memory, faith, and the terrifying cost of being seen.

Not Afraid of Dark Matter is a collection of poetry and prose chronicling the shadow work involved in growth and healing.

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)

A multi-sensory story where The Wizard of Oz meets Nine Inch Nails to tell a story about what it means to be good, what it means to be human, and what it means to be alive. New chapters release every other Friday, but we check in with comments and followers every couple of days, so let us know what you think!

The sun, the mountains, a deep orange lake. Matteo has found his corner of paradise, a refuge from the modern world and his solitude. But his peace is shattered by the impossible: a tree that moves, a creature made of golden wood that forces him into an encounter that will change his perception of reality forever. Who is this shapeshifting being? And what does it want from him?

You are 12 year old Hugo Leporidae, and it's your first year of high school. You hope you can make some friends. To your surprise, the most popular kids, Allen Fungus and Louis Smileson, decide to befriend you. But there's more behind their facade than you might think.. a weirdcore interactive story

In a place that does not exist on any map, time does not pass the way it should. Boys do not grow up. And some things were never meant to be found. When Peter Pan brings a new boy to Neverland, something feels... wrong. Henry does not act like the others. He does not laugh, does not follow, does not fear. He watches. He listens. And when he speaks, it sounds less like conversation-and more like something ancient being remembered. Peter has always been the one in control. The one who chooses. The one who lies so well, his words feel like truth. But Henry does not believe him. Henry understands him. Between them begins something dangerous- A quiet war of words. Of truths disguised as riddles. Of lies that feel too real to question. Neverland is changing. The shadows linger too long. The sea is too still. And the island, once a playground, begins to feel like a cage. This is not a story about innocence. It is not a story about heroes. And it is not a story where love is kind. Some bonds are not meant to heal. Some connections only exist to consume. And in Neverland- even forever can rot.

The world, it went on as normal. Day to day nothing changed. Until one day it did. She opened her eyes and knew that day was going to be different. She didn't understand how she knew, she just did. She also knew that her life was going to change forever.

#GiveMeABreakContest She wrote to escape. Now he exists. But each word feeds something darker. A haunting notebook, a boy made of shadows- and a girl who can't tell dreams from reality. "Inspired by the music video "give me a break!" Prompt: "whatever is written comes true the next day."

A long awaited meeting via broadcasted dreaming

"She felt the tragedy of solitude - life had chosen for her, leaving her no fate of her own, no vision of tomorrow."

Please my audience, read and understand! If you don't... I hope you'd at least remember.