Dreams This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.

     I feel his hand on my shoulder. It is cold, bony, and scrapes against my skin. It doesn’t sting too badly. Pain doesn’t cause discomfort for me - it’s like a Popsicle - strong at first, but after awhile, it melts away. He tells me something, the man behind me. I don’t hear him at first, and that makes him angry. He grips my shoulder tighter.

Now there is pain, pain like grabbing a wire hanger that is left beside a fire, yet I ignore it. He knows I am here, I know I am here, but for some reason, I feel if I don’t acknowledge it. If I ignore what is happening, we will both remain suspended. The two of us will stay lost in this never-ending scene, and I will never die.

The knife enters me anyway.

I feel it; I’m not quite numb yet. I can feel it twist inside me, switching my lung with my heart. Then the world goes black.

I die every time.

I shut my eyes. It doesn’t matter if I sleep for five minutes or 10 hours.

“It’s like sucking your thumb; you’ll grow out of it,” my mother tells me over the phone the next day.

She’s told me that for 18 years. Now I’m ten days away from turning 20 and she still says the same thing. But nightmares are nothing like sucking your thumb. I don’t suck my thumb anymore.


It’s 2 a.m. My mouth is dry, and I cannot see because of the tears that blur my eyes. But that doesn’t bother me. Four days is not long to go without sleep. I’ve gone longer. People don’t understand, because they don’t feel their dreams. In mine, I am conscious of everything.

A man is standing in front of me, a doctor. He was called when I stopped responding to the pleas of my pencil-neck roommate. Apparently, he is discomforted by my 96-hour days.

“Having trouble falling asleep, Wesley?” the doctor asks.

“No,” I say.

Falling asleep is easy; too easy. Giving in is something that tempts me every minute. But I can’t do that, because I know that one day, I’m not going to be able to wake up.

He hands me a pill anyway, and tells me to take it. I know this doctor. His name is Ben or Bill or something. He’s come for years. I argue at first, but I know that I don’t have a choice. I swallow the pill dry. Before I know it, I’m back in again.


This time I’m underwater. I’m going to drown, I think. The thought relaxes me. The dreams where I drown aren’t all that bad, considering what experiences I could compare them with. But then the dream changes. I am still in water, but it tastes like soup. I look up to see a giant sitting above me.

It’s then I realize that I am going to be eaten alive.

I used to look away when I was about to die. I used to run, beg. Now I lie limply and watch. The giant lifts me up with his fork and bites down, taking off my right leg.

I don’t look away ... I’m past that. But I still scream.


I am in the car with my roommate now. We’re getting groceries, and since we’re in my car, I’m driving. I can tell he’s nervous, so I try to calm him.

“Darren ...,” I say.

“Dylan,” he corrects quickly.

I could have sworn his name was Darren. Part of me thinks he’s changed it just to f*** with me. I continue talking anyway.

“I’m not tired ...”

Darren, or Dylan, or whoever he is makes a sound.

“... and I know how to drive.”

Just then, a car honks at me loudly, as if he too wants to prove me incompetent. Apparently, this is too much for my night-light roommate.

“Pull over. Now,” he says.

“Fine,” I say roughly, and pull over. Right into the face of an oncoming truck.


Please, someone wake me up. Please. Please. Anyone, please.

I am balancing on the top of a pillar that is just large enough for one foot. Below me, there are hundreds of creatures with whips, chains, and spikes - they’re ready for me to fall. This death will be worth remembering.

Usually I don’t, but I can’t help but start crying this time. This dream has gone on too long. I’ve died five times. Usually, it only happens once or twice. For a moment, I wonder if I have died ... for real ... in the real world. The thought scares me. I always thought it would end at death. Then, around me, I hear familiar voices. They belong to my mother and the doctor.

“Would you like me to let him go?” The doctor asks sympathetically. “There is very little hope that he will come out of it.”

There is a pause and I hear my mom crying, and I allow myself to hope. I am in a coma ... I know it ... it must have happened because of the crash ... and if she chooses to pull the plug on me, I can escape this time. I’ve never been able to escape before.

Against my first instincts, I find myself wanting to die more than anything. If it happens now, in this way, I will never have to die again.

Please, I beg, and then I silence my thoughts so I can better hear her speak.

“No,” she says finally, “not just yet.” I hear the shuffling of tissue. “I want him to rest ... he could use it.” Then, her voice is gone, and all I can hear is the sound of the mob below me.

I lose my balance and fall.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the January 2008 Teen Ink Fiction Contest.

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EswzemThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
today at 1:07 am
Just wow. This is so well-captivating. It made me cry though. I could feel the emotion in the story. The ending is heart-breaking. It's sad cause I've gotten that feeling too before, that you're bad thoughts are true and they're never gonna end. I would like to see you add to this story so the end is more meaningful. I am honestly just awe-struck. You left me with a horrible ending. Overall, great job.
wordcalamity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 7 at 9:24 pm
Oh wow... I love this story, it pulled me in from the first sentence and became more intense with each word. If it was a physical book in my hand I'd say I couldn't put it down xD
Brian110 said...
Nov. 16, 2016 at 1:01 pm
Wow this is a fantastic story, usually when reading other stories I get bored and don't even finish them. But this one had me reading it like it was a chapter from a award wining novel. way better than my own writing.
sabbylynnThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jun. 2, 2016 at 6:10 pm
That was intense I love this it kept me wanting to keep reading love it keep it up
E.Inis said...
May 24, 2016 at 11:31 am
Wow, what a dark, powerful ending.
percy14 said...
Jan. 13, 2016 at 5:19 am
This is really good!!!
LaiSar said...
Oct. 17, 2015 at 9:34 pm
That was incredible! Awesome job. I couldn't stop reading it! Keep up the good work.
PianoKeys97 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 11, 2015 at 8:45 pm
Wow. That was intense. What an incredible story. The plot, the twists...it was thrilling to read. I enjoyed every word of it. I was hooked beyond belief and my mom is yelling at me like crazy now to go do the dishes...but really. Great job! Keep writing, I can't wait to read more of your work.
katieb0646 said...
May 16, 2015 at 1:20 pm
Loved this!!!!
passion_poet19 said...
Apr. 24, 2015 at 10:10 am
NatalieMcG said...
Apr. 2, 2015 at 2:33 pm
That is really good!
The_Edge said...
Jan. 4, 2015 at 5:00 pm
Well done! You did a good job of making the readers feel sympathy for the main character. :D
Made_Of_Greed said...
Nov. 21, 2014 at 9:37 am
I found myself cpativated beyond belief. This is both sinister and thrilling at the same time, and how he gets hit by a truck in the end. It pratically says BAM! Good job.
ShannonC17 said...
May 29, 2014 at 9:11 am
WOW... is all i can say. I actually don't read too much, just trying to get some in before my Leaving Cert, but I read that I'd say about 12 times.. Seriously that was dark, captivating and you just get sucked in and lost in his thoughts too.. Well done and sriously WOW
DramaLlama96 said...
Mar. 27, 2014 at 10:50 pm
I had to read it a couple times to really *get* it. That's a good thing, you know. Not everything should come easy. Not my usual genre, but GREAT writing and style.  One note of critism: I, too, imagined the main character as a girl. Perhaps change some pronouns around?
Ecila replied...
Apr. 26, 2014 at 8:49 pm
I don't think it's the pronouns. I think it's the accompanying picture that gives this impression. We subconciously think of it as a representation of the man character.
Firelight23 said...
Dec. 26, 2013 at 12:13 pm
Nice job! I liked it a lot; it pulled me in.
MarkJallayu This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 4, 2013 at 7:48 pm
I couldn't resist this article. I just kept going back and back reading it. You're such an amazing writer. 
Outcast4God said...
Nov. 12, 2013 at 4:54 pm
One word: heartbreaking. Not in a bad way, in a really REALLY good way. It really portrays the emotions well and draws you in. You should really consider writing a book!
hippiehopper replied...
Apr. 2, 2015 at 7:17 pm
Yes heartbreaking in a good way! Good way to put it, I cried a little at the end. I think you can really feel the pain and emotion in this story and that's my favorite thing about reading!
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