Distorted Realities Novels & Stories

"The disruptor's illusions may cast doubt, but within these shadows, we'll unveil the truth that shapes our cosmic destiny." As we delved deeper into the cosmic labyrinth, the illusions intensified, weaving a tapestry of conflicting realities. The enigmatic figure's voice echoed, "The disruptor's influence seeks to obscure the path, but clarity lies within your unwavering determination. Unravel the illusions, and the cosmic continuum will respond to the true essence of your choices." The disruptor's voice taunted from within the shadows, "Your determination is but a flicker in the vast cosmic expanse. The illusions are the puppeteer's strings, and you dance to a discordant tune."

The distorted images and pictograms almost seemed to shiver and pulse with some sort of alien, hypnotic rhythm the longer my eyes bored into them. I froze, transfixed as reality itself took on a wavering, liquid quality around the fringes of the mural's circumference. It was as if the boundaries separating this crumbling room and the impossibility realm depicted in those flowing images grew ever more permeable by the second. 'c'mon, Luna! Keep your focus!' Ria's insistent snarling finally broke the creeping trance. 'Why are you letting yourself get hypnotized by some dusty old doodles?' Blinking hard, I managed to tear my gaze away with tangible effort, the strange distortions immediately di

"What are you diagnosed with?" I pointed to the sign on the wall. "You're in oncology. What do you think it is? Indigestion?" Craig finally dropped the act. His anger flared. "Cindy Larson, are you going to fake your death just to get sympathy from Mom and Dad?"

I wished I could just by that sine motion transfer every knowledge I had inside my head space into hers so I would not have to voice out the eminence of our situation. "You can talk to me I won't fret or freak out. I promise" she said trying her best to assure me. "Are you sure?" I asked her with my eyes half closed as I peeked at her. "Yes," she replied. I continued to stare at her until somehow I was staring past her into the events of the previous night. My mind stayed on the event because now that we had no evidence whatsoever, the eyes of our minds were all we had left to prove that we had been some..and that was the problem, with every single moment or memory that passed, the images be

My stomach turned, reading words that felt like violation despite their obvious delusion. "But which reality is real? Yours where you married Damian, or mine where you married me? Or are they both equally valid, consciousness creating multiple simultaneous truths that we each experience as singular?" The handwriting deteriorated further, becoming almost illegible. "The doctors say I'm experiencing psychotic break, that my research damaged my ability to distinguish reality from delusion. What if they're wrong? What if I achieved consciousness level that perceives multiple realities simultaneously, and their limited baseline perception interprets that as insanity?"

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.

Everything changed from a dream to reality in that moment hours ago in the middle of the night. The bus began to reverse out of the station as the clock began to count down the minutes before the end of the hour. Even with the air conditioner, Rowena was feeling hot again. Yet at the same time, she also felt as if she was drowning, heavy currents thrashing at her body. The invisible lump in her throat was back, and wouldn't go away now matter how much she swallowed. The bus finally turned towards the road. They began to drive down. Rowena realized this was her reality now. The sun had fully risen and its morning glow touched her face through the window. There was no turning back. It was only

Since you, who introduced me to this abysmal reality, should pay for what you've done. "I'm going to get rid of trashes like you, do you understand? I will give my all to survive in my next life, and if, in any case, I can't? I swear to fucking drag you down to hell with me. Let's suffer together in my next life, you filthy devil." Celestin still managed to smirk even though blood was spurting from her mouth at every word she utter.

They sprout their lies and distort the truth in an attempt to turn the human race against us. Whereas, we live by honesty and truth, by the loving word, they come with a thousand paranoias interwoven with tiny fragments of reality. They take one tiny thing we say that can be twisted and disputed to invalidate all of our truths; yet in their conspiracy theory garbage they take shreds of almost-truth to validate their insanity. And these people of disturbed mind, of emotional indifference, of cold blood and hot heads, have started to hunt us down in cold blood. Nobody is safe, vampire, werewolves, witches, wizards and the young. Even those who live in peace with us are targets.

them… no longer matched reality.