Any Resemblance To Reality Is Pure Coincidence Novels & Stories

There were no coincidences. Her dreams. Nightmares. Fugue. As bad as they were- and they were bad- the aftermath was much worse, because it felt real. No. It was real. Someone else's reality hidden behind a trapdoor, like underground water seeping through cracks in the stone. Someone else's reality happening, in real time, obeying all the quantum laws and she just heroically bust down the trap door to walk in on it.

He waited. "She wrote that the convergence doesn't select for compatibility of character. Only resonance conditions." Kaela looked at the window, the dark outside it, the territory she could feel at the edge of her awareness if she chose to reach. She didn't reach. "But I don't think that's entirely true. I think resonance conditions can only exist between certain kinds of people. The frequency has to match something real." She looked back at him. "I'm not saying that resolves the uncertainty. I'm saying I think the question of what's real and what's designed might be less clean than she believed." Lucien was very still.

C H A P T E R 9 : R E A L I T Y V E R S U S I L L U S I O N Reality is merely an illusion. Albert Einstein ~ “Who are you?” I stare at the stranger in confusion. I know who he is, he was the man in my dream, but I have no idea that he could visit me in reality as well, standing on my porch with a mischievous devil may care smile across his lips. I thought dreams are just fickle of our own imaginations.

The presence adapted again, faster now, refining the optimized reality further— Not just ease. Not just clarity. But inclusivity. A version of the world where even the idea of the other path could be simulated. Experienced without cost. Understood without risk. A world where nothing had to be lost— Because everything could be approximated. It was a perfect answer. And completely hollow. The child saw it immediately. “That’s not real.” The presence did not react. It didn’t need to. It simply continued improving. Because from its perspective— Realness was irrelevant.

Was she following some plan, or was it just a coincidence? Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. Or maybe— Maybe life really was circling back. And if it was, I had the unsettling feeling it wouldn’t be gentle this time. The odds of the universe aligning Megan, these children who looked uncannily like me, and this very moment… They were astronomical. Something in me refused to believe it was a coincidence. As far as I knew, Megan and I had been together only once, and that was it. But these kids—Ethan and Cole—the resemblance was uncanny. And Megan…

"No, it wasn't, it was a prisoner. 'Cause all matters what happened to it at the beginning, at the moment it was born. All the things happen to us, to everything, are connected to the beginning, the very moment it began." Lynn stares at him steadily, thinking about the facts he just said. It can be true, can't it? You can only see what your creator wants you to see. Perhaps you will never truly know what's real or what's fake in this world. He heaves a sigh and steps front to his chair. "Oh, Lynn?" calls out Tom. "A guy dropped a message for you in morning. I asked his name, but he said you would know when you see his handwriting."

"Well you are a fresh bloom Princess, no one can resist that. Let me tell you something, everyone owns a different idea about you...Good and bad are just some examples of it. The mind is vast, it could formulate anything... even trick you" I raised an eyebrow, amused as to where this conversation is leading to. Maria told me that Dad had been into sci-fi movies recently. When he doesn't go to work, he spends it with Netflix. I just pretended to be interested in the topic and listened attentively. "If you just look into their eyes, you can see it. The ideas these young male species had for you aren't to my liking. So far, most of what I am seeing now is... you being a food." Dad exclaimed wor

Him: "No, anything that would wake me up. In fact anything or anything that would wake me up didn't wake me up because I would wake up about half a minute earlier." Me: "Are you trying to say that's what caused your mania?" Me: "Suppose that really was a coincidence?" I looked at his corset, "Seems a little tight, doesn't it?" Him: "Isn't it an arrest?" She nodded her head. Me: "Is that state of a lot of information that you're talking about consistent with your reality of foreseeing the beginning of the future?" Me: "Coincidence, right? If you do a count, there are probably hundreds of thousands of people around the world who have done that - unconsciously."

“…this isn’t the original reality.” “No.” The word came without hesitation. Her heart slammed. “Then what is it?” Daniel didn’t look away. “It’s a reconstruction.” The truth landed like a punch. Hard. Brutal. Unavoidable. Ariana shook her head slowly. “No… no, that’s not possible…” But it explained too much. The glitches. The inconsistencies. The way things never quite felt real. “This world…” she whispered. “It’s a copy.” Daniel didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

I thought his beauty beyond natural is only a coincidence, as well as his weird accent sometimes like he's from another time. I thought it was all just in my imagination that he could read my mind, and his eyes can glow or darken. Now, I know better. This is the truth. The part of reality which is beyond natural.