Has anyone ever told you to "follow your heart", "dream big", or, my favorite, "reach for the stars"? Well, I'm not. I am merely here to tell you that there is a fine line between a dream and a whim. A dream is a five-year-old sitting on her swing set telling the cool second grader who lives next door that she wants to be an opera singer when she grows up. Not just a singer- an opera singer. She may have only heard opera...

Experiencing warm rays upon my skin.Relaxing tensions inside body and mind.Sun penetrating, heating, deep within. Tight muscles loosen, begin to unwind. Body encapsulated in a pleasant glow.Migrating to a much more tranquil place.Cold disappearing with the melting snow.Flower scents, bird songs now replace. Winter forgotten, ahhh! sun feels soooo gooood! Warmer brighter days, I predict soon will be.Sundresses, bikinis, gr...

A ludicrously frigid breeze is barreling through this black and desolate space where my feet have grudgingly settled. There is no life in this place; none except me and the glacial gust, which is blowing in from each and every direction that exists, simultaneously. ‘What happened?’ I wonder aloud. Moments ago when I crossed over into the Realm of Dreams I had enjoyed a leisurely flight over Azure, the largest, deepest, bl...

"Mommy, I wanna be a princess when I grow up!"Her mom smiles, "You're already a princess, sweetie.""Really, Mommy? I'm a princess?""Of course, honey, you're my little princess."***** Ten years later..."You know, Mom, growing up sucks."Her mom raises her eyebrows, "Really? Why's that?""All of my dreams are flying away. Leaving me all alone, dreamless.""..."*****"The hardest part is letting goof your dreams."- My Chemical R...

"Just didn't drink enough to say you love me..." Evanescence, Lithium. He gets home, Staggering to the bedroom, Expects her laid out, Ready to please him. She is asleep, Laying on the bed, Escaped to dreams and hopeful happiness, The land of love. He shakes her, Sending her to a new dream, A nightmare of swinging fists, And angry, drunken words. She knows this place, It is the in-between, Between his hatred for her, And h...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What lonely night is this whenHope comes a-knocking at my door?Her whispers through the oaken barricadePush my dreams into realms of fear.Fear of pain andFear of remembrance;Fear of lonely, sneering echoes;Fear that what I once believed inWill never be my precious gift;Fear that loving, gentle kissesWill never grace my ugly lip...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This mist of loneliness wraps its fingers around my throatAnd squeezes me into a vortex of despondency.It prods the dirty heart in meAs the moonlight dapples its fingertipsOn the surface of this silver midnight pool.Ripples of tear drops roll across the watersLike the ghosts of once-dreamed heroesOn charging snow-white stallion...

1849, Gold Rush, Sutter's mill was the start of it all. From around the world, many Argonauts came to call. Heading away to discover the newest gold find.Their families, homes and businesses left behind. They scurried through the gorges and passes. Trailing along, their grub stake loaded on asses. They followed the rivers, trails and trenches. Searching all of the bars, banks and benches. Trying to find the mother lode, o...

Every little girl wants to be a princess,Whether her prince charges inOn a shining white battle horse,Or she wields her own swordAgainst the monsters who threaten her kingdom.Each little girl dreams of a pretty,Sweeping dress in which she climbsTo the top of her enchanted tower,And awaits her prince'sHappy first kiss.And each little girl dreams of her battle dress,Girding herself with leather and armour,In which she will...

Dreamsyou wake once moreknowing you will go thru the same as beforeshower shave dresslike every other daystop for coffee and chatas your phone awakesis it, can it be the one of your dreamspleasant hellos from bothasking of family and plansa dance with youngestsmile forms as you sipdreams of past dreams of what coulddreams of what shouldas you work till dreams as you workof what couldof what shouldknowing it willstart over...

The fiercest heat of blazing sun has finally stretched its arms And yawned its way towards the stairs embraced in cooling balmsOf fresh-breathed northern winds that chase the southern cloying heatAway from Summer's laughing face and happy, dancing feet. September heralds in great joys for such a one as I;September calls my heart to gaze upon the darkening sky.Summer pulls itself away and Earth is brought to childbed,The f...

1 Even in this bright and silent sunlight giving me another day to breath and see another dawn, another noon and night, another chance to wonder what will be and question all that comes into my mind and ponder what I’m doing here today, looking at the sky as if up there I’ll find some meaning, some answer, something I can say with any certainty what lies around the bend. And then I think of you so far away wondering too w...

There wasn't a day that went by where Lily didn't think about the baby. Blonde hair that fell in wisps around her delicate elfin face. The way the sun had lit her from behind so that she appeared as if surrounded by a halo of light. Her smile, pulling at Lily's Heart, as little fingers waved hello.This was the vision Lily Green had had of her child six months before she'd fallen pregnant. Despite this, she and Ben were st...

This poem only available on Stories SpaceThe gleam of dew drops on snowdrops awakening the soil from slumber;The shooting myriads of rainbow arrows slicing through the waterfall’s rushing giggles;The fresh tang of salt sea air teasing and playing through the marram grass;The flit, flit, flitting of a sleepy butterfly, drunk with her fill of nectar;The squelching ooze of melting ice cream dripping through fingers that were...

Prologue:With permission, my response to a poem written by a friend to all here on Stories Space. This Is Me: by wildrose_girl.My hairs too long, my body too short. You have what was given you, by the genetics' court. When I laugh really hard, sometime I snort. I hope one day, to hear you laugh and snort. My belly too round, my backside too wide. What should it matter? Stand fast with pride. No matter what I do I can neve...