Desired Realities Novels & Stories

Even though it pained him to let them face such a creature without sufficient knowledge and skills, he had to set aside his doubts about their capabilities. -----"Most of the things in reality are far from our expectations. Maybe a certain dream can become real, but it will not happen exactly as it did in your dream. It can be better or worse. Whatever it may be, the effects will leave a great impact on your life. That's how strongly reality hits a person, and you can't do anything but go with the flow and accept the present."-----

--- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- “That sounds like I’m not real anymore,” she said. --- Oliver looked at her. --- “You’re real,” he said. --- A pause. --- “But they’re controlling how real you appear to others.” --- That explanation settled heavily. --- Because it meant one thing. --- Reality wasn’t just what existed. --- It was what was recognized. --- Ariana leaned against the locker. --- “So this is the consequence,” she said. --- Oliver nodded. --- “Yes.” ---

“We will show you,” I said. “But not just our memories. Not just our experiences. We show you the pack. The real pack. The living, breathing, existing pack. You see them directly. You feel them directly. You understand them directly. No filters. No interpretations. No manipulations. Just truth. Just reality. Just existence as it truly is.” “How? I cannot leave this realm. Cannot enter reality without becoming reality. Cannot experience without contaminating my nothing.” The First Dark pulled back. Afraid again. Uncertain. “You ask the impossible.”

“Our realities unmade but we died genuine. That’s the choice we’re asking you to make. Be real and die rather than fake and survive.” My sons are backing away from the army of failed variants. “This is insane,” Adrian says. “They’re asking Mama to guarantee reality’s destruction for philosophical principle.” “We’re asking her to be genuine self instead of Architect’s puppet,” the variants counter. “That’s not insane. That’s liberation.” But I’m looking at forty-seven failed realities represented by the freed variants and I can’t make that choice. “I refuse your offer,” I tell Template #1. “I stay designed. Reality survives. That’s my choice.”

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.

God has made our hearts' desires come true. Today, I am a successful businesswoman. I am a well-known business owner's wife. I am a mother of two kids. My spouse values me more than he values himself. Even before I can speak, he already has all my wishes granted. I love my life as a lady and am satisfied.

No, I am not wishing for your downfall, but that doesn't mean that I will remain in one position forever. "ugh, what a forlorn life! hopes and dreams. isn't that the only thing that keeps you moving? ain't you tired of giving yourself a false hope and face the reality has it is." "That is exactly what I am doing. Facing the reality as it is. yes, hopes and dreams are what pushes people like me to become better and that is what people like you would never understand. we aim high and that fuels our hunger to fulfil our dreams. We never give up and that is how we made it this far.

To survive in the real world, you can't afford to be naive or emotional. "Joseph, I'm a lot older than you, so I've seen a lot—both kindness and cruelty. I've also come to realize how harsh this world can be. "Let me tell you. If you want to get by in this world, you have to sacrifice something to get what you want, whether it's your ideals or beliefs. "The truth is, it all comes down to what people want, right? Ideals and beliefs are desires. Even love is a desire. "You want others to be healthy. You want to be free. You want more money too. These are all desires, aren't they? Joseph, listen to me. I'm only saying all this for your own good."

“But it isn’t just all that crap. It’s you. I came here to give you a week of the real me. At the very least I need you to hear my truth. I need to say it.” “It’s not so easy being real, is it? Sometimes I think believing the lie is just easier to take,” Mia admits. “I’m not even sure who the real me is. But I figured I’m not going to find out by avoiding you,” I say. “I don’t want to keep skirting around whatever truth we have, Calder. But I admit, reality is a little murky for me right now too.” “In what way?” “Sometimes just believing in the lie and continuing the marriage seems like it’s easier. Literally the whole world wants that happy ending for us.”

Saying it would make it real. Amarah They’re both behind. She smiles not with satisfaction, but with certainty. Three minds. Three truths. All wrong. All converging. And somewhere between imagination, urgency, and patience, the distance between them narrows unnoticed, inevitable.