Books On Reality Novels & Stories

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”

she finally said. Silence. “Both existed.” Nobody spoke. Ama felt her heartbeat quicken. “What do you mean both existed?” Naomi looked directly at her. “The books contradicted each other.” A pause. “Yet records confirmed both had been published.” Arthur whispered something under his breath. Ama caught only two words. “Reality drift.” The man in black's expression darkened. “It's accelerating.” Naomi nodded. “Yes.” Silence. Gabriel rubbed both hands over his face.

The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

Henry wanted to see it, but I playfully covered it, not letting him peek. "It's such a mystery. Let me guess. Is it a wish for your health to recover quickly?" I shook my head. "That doesn't count as a wish. it's more like a wild hope." He was stunned, and tears welled up in his eyes suddenly. "Henry, are we going to Germany soon? "I heard the environment there is excellent, and the campus is beautiful. Do you think I can study and become a doctor? I've always wanted to be a doctor since I was a student."

"Explain." "You want us to confirm your existence. To validate that you are real. But reality is not something consciousness grants to other consciousness. Reality is—" He paused, searching for words. "Reality is choosing to participate in existence regardless of whether existence is objectively real. You are asking for certainty. But consciousness does not deal in certainty. It deals in meaning. In choice. In deciding what matters." "So you are saying—"

"The climax has happened. The 'Real World' has been reached. And there is nothing more boring than a character who has everything they want." "What are you saying?" I asked, a cold dread filling me. "The ink isn't fueled by your will, Kaima. It’s fueled by their **Interest**," she said. "When the stream hits zero... when the last person looks away... the 'Reality' they wrote for you will vanish. You won't go back to being toys. You’ll just be... **Unwritten**." I looked at my hands. They were starting to flicker. My skin was turning transparent.

“Everyone who’s brought you up here has probably waxed poetic about the majesty of the endless steppe and the way it builds resilience.” “More or less.” “It’s grass,” Xander said flatly. “A truly stunning quantity of grass, I grant you, but grass nonetheless.” Loren bit back a laugh. “The Windrider would argue that it teaches humility,” she said, with an attempt at seriousness. “That being small beneath an open sky reminds us of our place in the natural order.” “In the marshlands, we are more accustomed to concealment and misdirection than visibility,” the Count remarked lightly. “I’m afraid it’s rather in our nature.”

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings. But I doubt so. I think books are more of an extension of real life happenings. Not a disease but a cure. Most people read books to escape reality and not to forget it. We don't get trapped in our own imaginations, we just foresee images that we want our lives to become. Saliently, we learn from books. If I can't associate with anyone, I thought at least I should be permitted to read books. After all, books can't capture the identity of the one reading it, can it?