Poems and Stories

A Carved Dream (A Short Story)

Title: A Carved Dream

For AMACon 5

Genre: Semi-Thriller

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“NO! STOP!”

I suddenly bolt up screaming, drenched in cold sweat and panting like I just ran a marathon. I look around, bewildered, trying to get a sense of where I am when I realize that I’m in my bedroom and I was just having a damn nightmare. Even though I knew it was but a dream – for a moment, I couldn’t distinguish where I was and what was reality. I look at my hands and breathe a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any blood just as my brain registers that my sheets are all tangled between my legs and my hair is sticking out all over the place.

“Just a dream. Just a nightmare. Nothing more,” I mumble out as I pass my shaking hands across my face. I’m a trembling mess.

Grabbing my chest and breathing deeply, I close my eyes as I try to tell my heart to calm the fuck down. Easier said than done, I know, but I need to do it if I don’t want to look like a fucking zombie when I go to work later. I know it’s probably very early in the morning since it’s still dark out and I probably have a few more hours for sleep.

Though based on the thundering beats of my heart – I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to go back to sleep. What with the adrenaline that is still pulsing through my whole body. Plus I’m not even sure if I really do want to go back to sleep.

Not if I would be seeing—

“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream, Nicky,” I tell myself. “It’s not happening and it’s never going to happen, alright?” Continue reading “A Carved Dream (A Short Story)”