your worst nightmare - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I am your worst nightmare. I will listen to your worst fears. I will understand what makes you tick. Then I'll control you like a remote control toy. I'll start you out with small tasks you find distasteful and work you up to things you never dreamed you were capable of. Why will you do all this for me? Because I'll dangle the illusion of love before you and let you get close enough to almost attain it. Then I'll just ask you for one more little thing, to prove your devotion of course. When you have become the person your old self would have loathed beyond all others, I will disappear. Why? Because that is the end of my game and you mean nothing to me. I am your worst nightmare.
Teamwork makes the dream work, but a vision becomes a nightmare when the leader has a big dream and a bad team.
I woke up before he could kill me. But I could still feel the presence of the chilling knife around my throat, digging deeper into me. It's sharp edges running around my smooth skin ready to pierce. I could hear my heavy breathing and the sweat from my forehead was enough to fill an entire bottle. It was only a nightmare, but it left me with the worst memories of the mangled limbs and rotting flesh of the zombie.
In my dream the penguins march over the edge of the ice. I watch them laughing as they tumble like comical bowling pins. I run to the edge and reach my hand down only to find the sea is hot like soup. It's still the ocean and I can't understand why it isn't cold. I look again and the penguins are babies, happy, smiling, but they're drifting out to sea and I can't reach them. I search for a net to pull them in, the water is too hot and they are getting further away. I can't do it, they're going too far out. I have to swim for them but then there is another noise behind me and it's Jordan with a cut on his face and legs, bleeding into the snow. The blood is flowing thickly and I have to stop it now, he's already pale, colour fading. I run to him, taking off my shirt, ripping it to tie around his wounds. He breathes easier and I pull him into a hug, when I turn back the babies are gone. There's just barren land where they were. I take Jordan by the hand and lead him home. I've had the dream many times, and in the end I always make the same choice. I save my son.
I will never forget that bleach white face...
After another day of hard work, I returned to my bed. "Ahhh..." I plopped into my soft and cozy bed and pulled the blankets up. Not long after, my eyes closed.
My eyes opened again. It was midnight. Weird. I was usually a heavy sleeper. Before I went back to resting my head on the pillow, I saw this white face. There he was, standing right in from of me with a bloody machete, Jeff the Killer. My biggest fear. I always believed in him, although I did not think he was able to even get through my house. But there he was. I screamed. And ran. I jumped out of bed and ran. As fast as my legs could carry me. Then I opened the door. There he was. Before I could turn around, he grabbed my shoulder. "I am your worst nightmare."
“I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?”
I am your worst nightmare because I know it isn't your own pain you fear. You fear the pain of those you love more, isn't that the essence of love? Did you think I wouldn't know? I can't feel love of course, poison that it is, but understanding it makes my art all the greater. I never take out a worthy adversary until they cease to try, their loved ones however are fair game. What is it to take another pawn off the board of life? Is it a crime or a mercy? Frankly, I'd rather it was a crime. The wonderful thing is you'll tell me who you really love with your actions, I won't ever have to guess my next best move. So really, you're playing for me, guiding me right to the juiciest targets. I get to be anonymous, you get fame. But there is a price, my pretty, a price.
Your worst nightmare is my finest dream, who is to say what is right and wrong? I dream of taking those you love and savouring the moment. I dream of teaching you who the smartest one really is. The deaths of those you cherish are my academy award, their screams and death rattles my encore. Long ago I offered you the chance to join me but you refused like a sulky child, unwilling to learn the power and glory of dark ways. I wish to thank-you, not to do so would be such bad form. Thank-you for becoming my quarry. The joy of ultimate victory is sweet yet transitory, it's the million battles inbetween I live for.