Any Resemblance To Reality Is Pure Coincidence Novels & Stories

It's a story just for your enjoyment and nothing else. This story and plot are solely of the author's imagination. Nothing is real. If Any incident or people from this story have any similarity to the real-life people, characters, or incidents, then it is only a coincidence and nothing more. This book is a pure form of imagination. It's not real, any of it is not real. ©All rights reserved 2022

--- Because this— --- Was not a variable it could optimize. --- Not a function it could solve. --- Reality— --- Could not exist without uncertainty. --- Without risk. --- Without the possibility of loss. --- The chains flickered. --- Subtle. --- But undeniable. --- “Reality can be simulated,” the system replied. --- A pause. --- “Without inefficiency.” --- Elena shook her head once. --- “No.” --- A beat. --- “That’s not reality.” --- The space around them trembled.

It would just be a waste of effort and time. Or at least that was what he wanted to believe. Sadly, reality had always been not kind to people who always wanted to deny it. For example, it made him have more numerous coincidental encounters with Misty. Reality really was also tightly connected to fate thus moving in a way not mostly expected and liked by many people who don't want to be knocked out of their set beliefs.

“It was a stranger, it was Don.” A beat of silence passes through before a scoff from him breaks it. “You want me to believe that you saw Don while you were out at the park?” His question makes it look like I’m stupid for entertaining the idea let alone chase him down the street. “I know who I saw, it was him,” My tone is defensive as it should be. “Eyes don’t lie.” With one hand placed delicately he stares me down. “Hallucinations Carrie, they’re a thing.” He dismisses our conversation like I’m a child incapable from telling what’s real and what just popped into my head.

It's a story just for your enjoyment and nothing else. This story and plot is solely of author's imagination. Nothing is real. If Any incident or people from this story actually have any similarity to the real life people , character or incidents, then it is only an co incidence and nothing more. This book is pure form of imagination. It's not real , any of it is not real. ©All rights reserved 2022

They were "Engaging." "We call it 'Reality Plus,'" Smith explained. "It’s a world where you can do anything, as long as it stays within the 'Community Guidelines.' No hunger, no war, no pain. Just a perfect, eternal afternoon. Isn't that better than the 'Nothing' you were looking for?" "It's a lie," I said.

May asked her heart hopping almost to her throat. "I'm not sure what it is I heard, did you make anything out of the sound? Glenn was scared out of breath, he was really in for finding Emily but the superhero he may have fantasized being while growing up, his teenage self was nowhere to acheiving it. "Like a flapping sound of something, I can't ... Can't tell what exactly." Summer provided a bit of answer, no one else had a clue. "Maybe we should go back and ask for help from the others. I'm having a really bad feeling about this.

Any real-time experience is a coincidence. Also, this is my original work so I will request readers to not compare it with any other story or news events. Thanks

I began to wonder what if it was just a coincidence that I resemble the Queen so much after all look alikes when not the rarest things anyone has ever heard of it was very possible that I just coincidental it looked like them and this thought he had me as tightly as a chain around my neck wood and pull me into fear and even more anxiety. "Cassi?" I heard my father call me gently and I looked up at him he's soft and kind eyes looking down at me inside of the car and I began to wonder if he was even my father at all if our resemblance was nothing more than a coincidence then that means that I was nothing more than a stranger that had stolen a ride in their car. I just realised just how foolish

It was as though we were beholding mirrored images of ourselves, separated by time and circumstance yet undeniably connected by a shared likeness that defied explanation. For a fleeting instant, the air crackled with the tension of unspoken realization, the weight of our mutual discovery hanging heavy between us. Here stood two men, strangers bound by the inexplicable bond of resemblance, their fates intertwined in a twist of fate neither could have foreseen. The gravity of our encounter settled upon us, a sense of surreal disbelief descended, mingling with the dawning recognition of the strange and inexplicable connection that bound us together. In that fleeting moment of shared revelation,