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Deep Dream
Hello? The doorway gently pops open and I peak my head through. I'm at least glad that I stumbled upon this place as I have not seen anything but darkness for days. It's amazing that I haven't had any contact with anybody, it's like I'm stuck in a ghost town.
Vara RainePublished 29 minutes ago in FictionUNTREATED WUNDERKIND
nstant New York Times Bestseller The newest, highly anticipated novel from beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author, Colleen Hoover.
Zlander MiddlePublished 29 minutes ago in FictionThe Truth
My best friend's parents sit in front of me begging for answers. Since I was the last person to see her, naturally they blame me. “It's been one month and she still has not turned up, what you have done with her Marin.” Mrs Louis screams at me while Tears drop down her face, she can barely look at me.
Vara RainePublished 30 minutes ago in FictionThe Hike
Tuesday, May 29th The trail. I’ve never hiked it before, but the lush forest embraces me with every step. It hides the beating rays of the sun, cooling my trek and protecting me. Gradually, a dark, ominous shade descends upon me. Stealing the sun’s warmth. I pause. Cold air encompasses me. A young man about 19 or 20 with melanin skin and a short afro appears. His eyes are closed.
Iris HarrisPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Book and The Lamp
Neil envied people who say they love sleep. Those who say they see it as a refuge where they can rest and renew safely. For Neil, sleep was never safe. It had always been a noisy, chaotic place. When he was younger, he was plagued with nightmares. For a while, thanks to lousy sleeping patterns that involved staying awake as long as he possibly could and waking up earlier than he should. The dreams he remembered were scarce these days. Until the book and the lamp started haunting him.
Paul StewartPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction Nighttime Nightmares And Insomniac Adventures
I suffer regularly with This damn Ragged insomnia Delving in and out of dreams Exploring dimensions of phenomena Lost in fields of green clover
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionSleeping Afraid
I always wake to three hallowing knocks that reverberate from the back of my skull through my teeth. That’s how I know it’s coming. The bitter metallic taste of adrenaline coats my tongue. Hot panic has its claws in my chest and sweat dews my forehead. Suspense and dread course through my veins and it takes all my strength to choose survival over succumbing to the debilitating fear. My ears twitch like a dog toward every noise and my breath comes hot against the hand that I pressed to my mouth to keep myself quiet. I need to slow my breathing…one breath in, hold, one breath out. I remove my hand from my mouth so I can ease myself out of bed and carefully place my feet onto the floor so as not to make a sound. I half-crouch and feel my way to the bedroom door, and slowly turn the knob. I know when to stop opening it to avoid the creak and I start making my way down the foreboding hallway. The floorboards give in pain as my weight shifts from one foot to the other, not quite walking, just easing my way forward. I feel another rush of dread drop into the pit of my stomach when I reach the stairs – they’re the hardest part. The old wood of the house moans with the weight of my fear and no matter how hard I try they always creak. I’ve learned the hard way that I have to do these quickly – it wakes and finds me with the sound of these godforsaken stairs. I stay in a low crouch, my legs on fire with the effort, as I place one foot on each stair using the handrail to guide myself down and take, albeit minimal, weight off the unforgiving wood.
Tattoos & TarotPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionAn interview with the Goddess of Love
I interviewed the goddess of love recently and I learned a lot about her thoughts on love and sex. She wanted to be very open and honest about the topics and I appreciated that. She also wanted to explain how she sees others by describing them in the 12 "tribes" of astrological order. I was okay with that as a practiced wiccan who is well-read in astrology.
Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer NormanPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionSafe… secure… serene
Monday: 11:58 pm… Wonderfully weightless — I find myself wafting on the airwaves — slowly sinking lower — ever closer to the ground. I’m a feather, floating freely — to and fro — until I’m almost brushing the treetops. A few gentle sculling strokes of my arms, effortlessly propel me swiftly skywards. In moments, my supine body is once again above the slumbering world below… a balmy breeze caresses my upturned face. The dazzling diamonds of The Southern Cross constellation reassuringly smile down at me.
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published about 4 hours ago in FictionThrough My Webcam
Prologue Hey everyone. Webby here. You need lots of contraptions like me these days. We're useful, whether for selfies, monitoring the kids, or catching errant intruders.
Michelle LiewPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionFriendship Or Love
Alex and Sam had been friends since the fifth grade. They met during a particularly awkward group project on the solar system, where Alex had taken charge of drawing the planets while Sam handled the presentation. Despite their contrasting personalities—Alex being the quiet, artistic type and Sam the outgoing, talkative one—they hit it off immediately.
mandala yogaPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionIt Hit Me Suddenly...
It hit me suddenly. A million thoughts swirling inside me, minute after minute, day after day. I’ve analysed all of my feelings, all of the events of a shared past, from every conceivable angle. Every conceivable conclusion has been reached at some point by my mind. The word "ruminating" does not do justice to this seemingly never-ending stream of consciousness.