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Write a story about a character who believes their dreams predict the future.

Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Oct 25, 2022

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The Stuff that Dreams Are Made On

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“I don’t think he loves me anymore,” I say, buttering a warm piece of bread. The bread basket is almost empty, but the waiter will bring us another. We’ll say we regret ordering more. It will ruin our appetite. But we’ll eat more bread gleefully—slathering yellow smears of animal fat on empty carbohydrates. My oldest friend and I meet biweekly for lunch, mainly at restaurants with ferns whose menus have more pages than contemporary novels. “I don’t think he loves me anymore,” I repeat, trying to look sad. I wonder on some leve...

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Let the Beauty Never Fade

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“Eli” I heard my name pass through the curtains, whispering to the walls, climbing upstairs and finally settling down around the corner of my ears, but I sat transfixed. Staring listlessly at the beautiful painting in front of me. The woman might be naked, people’s eyes might disgust, but the details were beautiful. The emotions were beautiful. I heard the call again but the living consciousness inside me didn’t dare. Yet she would smile, I know. She understood me, she could feel me yet she would compel me to these traps.24 August,...

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The Deception

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I knew the pain was coming the second my eyes closed that night.Vivid images barreled across my consciousness, strangling my throat and squeezing the shallow breaths I could muster out of my lungs.You will hear me now.Silence is the loudest sound of all, Jonah.Jonah. Was that my name? Dang, I couldn't remember. My life felt like a distant memory, slowly drowning in a sea of forgotten thoughts and dreams.The scenes catapulting through my mind were like a thousand orchestras, all playing different tunes. I couldn't hear the racket of my ricket...

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Cassandra Dreams of Brooklyn

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When I told them the building would come to flames at half past three on a cloudy Saturday in November, they laughed at me. The men. The firemen. The red axe-holders ran their chuckles up and around my concern. Even the dalmatian laughed with a clipped bark that betrayed its tender spots. I took my lunch pail filled with the ham and lettuce my mother had packed me, and I walked the seven blocks home. When that Saturday in November arrived, the smoke could be seen from the playground at my school, and our teacher left us mid-sentence when t...

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Dreams

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It was early September, yet the summer warmth lingered with tenacity. Labor Day over, kids in school, and Halloween advertising was underway. The activity stimulated my dreams, one in particular.Grocery shopping done, I was home for lunch.I remembered my good friend Erin who’d moved into a spacious new office and asked me to come by on my next trip to town.“Erin. It’s me, Jean.”“Hey, girlfriend, good to hear from you.”“Remember you asked me to visit next time I was in town? How about tomorrow? Dan leaves at seven-fifteen every morning with t...

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There's Always a Cassandra

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“There’s Always a Cassandra” by Elizabeth Fenley He always apologizes, the Babadook whose name he told me is Ensos, for bringing me the dreams. I ask why he has to bring the dreams at all—and why bring them to me? He says solemnly, “You are now the Cassandra. There must always be one.” He stares at me with vacant eye sockets, his skeletal face stretched tight with thin-sheeted rubbery pale skin. His black top hat, worn, crumpled, dusty though it is, gives him an air of dignity, of reserved poise, even grace. When his long skinless bone...

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Sweet Dreams

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Sweet Dreams by Kari Larsen My mother and I would visit my grandparents often. We lived an hour and a half away by car on good traffic days. I loved our visits. I remember the excitement I would feel as we made the left turn off of the main road onto Westmoreland Drive. My mother would pull over onto the grass so we could switch seats. She let me drive from that point to the house. We kept it our secret from my father. I would have to stretch my leg a little to reach the gas pedal when she first started letting me drive. We would pa...

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Quasar 2082

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The year is 2082, or that’s what Marianne figured from the holographic billboards in the neon-lit street she was walking down. “Get your 2082 gear on with Quasar Fashion.” Marianne avoided eye-contact as she pushed her way through the crowded streets. Instead, her eyes were busy wondering at the flamboyant and colorful gel-like clothes worn by the people all around. It seemed like jeans and hoodies had been abandoned in the past. And something else that had changed dramatically was the sheer scale of the city. This particular street was on...

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The Author who has never been seen

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Meet Mary Mollie , the author who has never been seen. No one knows why. It's a mystery, so it seems. She writes beautiful books about very up beat beautiful things.In her books you might find knights and kings sometimes even talking trees. But her favorite of all are the books written about little towns that live by the sea . Oh how she loves to dream about living by the sea. Everyone agrees, the books about the sea are the ones everyone loves to read . That is what she is famous for writing books about living by the sea. You see, her home ...

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Its in the family

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     It was a truth in my family about our gift though we didn’t always admit to it. Sometimes we were thought to be crazy until our dreams came to pass. At times we were avoided by the people around us and other times they came for aid.  My grandma told me a story about how her mother had awoken one night covered in sweat. She didn’t take the time to put on her boots or a coat, she just bolted out the front door to the neighbors. She watched through her window as her mother ran across the field looking like th...

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Nightmare

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I had to take two glasses of whiskey before bedtime. Without water. And there was one other glass on the table near my bed. Had to? Yes, because I was too excited after the opening party. My heart rate went over the roof. And I had to sleep somehow, because tomorrow there was show number two. Equally important, if not more, then the premiere night.  I made it to the bed and half-sat, pressing my back against a huge cushion. I wasn’t able to fully remove the makeup, and it lay as a heavy layer on my skin. I took that extra glass of whi...

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Dream A Little Dream....

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Dream A Little Dream…. By Chuck Sears            Allen had had recurring dreams before. He had read about them and decided to keep a dream diary after the second one. In all the dreams, they had become more vivid and intense until suddenly the dream seemed to become reality and he took action on it.            His first dream occurred when he was 16. He started dreaming about his aunt Rose being killed in a car wreck...

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All her dreams are gone

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Leaving had been difficult, and no matter how long Darcy was away, her days were not getting better. Part of the problem was that her trip and subsequent three years in Australia had been her life’s dream. Something she had thought about and prepared for since she was a teenager. The feeling that being on the other side of the world in a place not unlike Canada had seemed tangible, not so exotic or different. Now back in Canada, she wasn’t sure what to dream about. All her dreams were gone. Everything she had worked for had washed away like ...

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The enigma of Phillipa

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"But I don't understand" I told her. "It just doesn't make sense... You are such a logical person." Phillipa looked at me and rolled her eyes dramatically. "I'm telling you that my dreams come true. I'm not saying that I believe in the flat earth theory or joining the church of Scientology - " "But that doesn't make sense!" "To you it doesn't, Amelia. I'm not sure why you're so closed minded about this. Do you think I'm lying? You know this is true! What about the time I told you I dreamed that...” it was at this point that I tuned out...

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Do I Have To?

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It is what it is. There seems to be no rhyme or reason with it. I can see it with people I love and with people I hate. I wish I could control it but I can’t.  “A dream is just a dream” pastor told me. Mama, papa and everybody else nodded in agreement. Two days later, pastor was dead after a massive cerebral hemorrhage, just like in my dream. Well, “massive cerebral hemorrhage” wasn’t in my dream. I just saw him grab his head and drop down to ground in pain. I sat straight up in a panic. It was too rea...

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