Distorted Realities Novels & Stories

"Rewriting reality itself? Creating dead zones? People going mad from doubled memories? This isn't natural." "Nothing about this is natural," I snap, but I can feel the crowd's fear. More are gathering, many of them former allies who now look at us with suspicion and terror. "We did what we had to," Xander argues. "The Void would have—" "Would have what?" Marcus demands. "Destroyed everything? At least that would have been a natural end. This?" He gestures to the dead zone. "This is an abomination." Power crackles around us as tensions rise. I can feel Xander's frustration, see Luna's eyes glazing over as more visions assault him. The crowd's emotions feed into the unstable reality, causing

"And distorting the reality around him." As Boom ran in circles in the labyrinth, he began to see terrifying hallucinations. The images of fish tanks full of money and profits he had been chasing now turned into tanks full of bloated human corpses floating inside. The eyes of the corpses stared at him blankly, as if accusing him of his greed! "No! It's not real!" Boom screamed. He slammed into the glass again in a fit of madness. Blood seeped from the wounds on his face, but he didn't feel any pain.

I appreciated the directness. "Reality distortion is already happening," I answered carefully. "The Council has been using the Equilibrium to reshape small portions of reality for years. The difference is, they've been doing it secretly, selectively, for their own purposes. In a balanced approach, the natural interplay between truth and potential falsehood stabilizes reality rather than distorting it."

"The truth is all relationships have to be built on honesty and I wasn't being honest with you. "I appreciate that you helped me out, but I was too ashamed to admit what I had done. That's why I wouldn't tell you anything. That and the fact I was afraid that you'd do something to that ass that would get you into big trouble. To answer your question, you need to absolutely tell me the truth all the time. It has to be the whole truth and not half truths to keep my feelings from being hurt. The only thing that stands between us is that I don't think you've been completely honest with me."

And it wasn’t done biting. I didn’t call Evan back. Not yet. Instead, I opened my laptop. Old instincts kicked in before I could stop them. I pulled up public records. Case histories. Patterns. Marcus Delgado’s name appeared again and again, always just outside the spotlight. Deals that fell apart conveniently. Firms that folded after crossing him. Careers quietly destroyed. A slow, sick realization crept in. “This isn’t personal,” I whispered. “It’s systematic.” My hands trembled—not with fear, but with something sharper.

Dwendo said as he stood up. “I guess our conversation can come to an end, we shall go back to reality and ready yourselves to what you will discover,” Mr. Dwendo added. In just a blink of an eye, Astrid and Zaykee’s eyes got huge because after their world got distorted, they were beside the hidden door again but with a different scenario. They both got blown away from what they are witnessing now. To the point, Zaykee would throw up all the food he ate earlier. They were like in a horror scene. For instance, lots of drops of blood anywhere, many dead people lying on the ground, feeling the dark ambiance, and breathtaking views anywhere.

“Then call the ones who will listen.” The line opened. A voice answered after several encrypted transfers. “Who is this?” “Alejandro.” Silence. Then the voice became guarded. “You have five minutes.” “I need you to listen carefully. What is happening in those cities isn't an ordinary attack.” “You're saying it's supernatural.” “I'm saying your systems are being manipulated to create contradictory realities.” Another silence. “What does that mean?” I explained patiently. “It means your hospital can tell you one thing while the national health system tells you another. Your military can receive an order that another command center cannot verify. Your financial institutions can record transacti

A physician came and said to me, ‘Why did you resist do ‘I was not in dothe,’ I said, ‘I was in a sonic field. ‘Your symptoms were those of a person who has resisted the relaxation phase of a dothe.’ He was a domineering old physician, and made me admit at last that I might have used dothe-strength to counter the paralysis while I rowed, not clearly knowing that I did so; then this morning, during the thangen phase when one must keep still, I had got up and walked and so near killed myself. When all that was settled to his satisfaction he told me I could leave in a day or two, and went to the next bed. Behind him came the Inspector. Behind every man in Orgoreyn comes the Inspe

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a horror movie? Me neither, until the death of my best friend. My life was perfect until it all came crashing down. . . I looked in the dirty mirror; my big brown eyes that used to carry joy and happiness were now bloodshot from studying way too hard for the physics test I had in the morning. I sat up in my swivel chair and began reading my hardcover textbook. After about an hour of cramming information in my head, I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I turned the light on and examined my face; I had chapped lips, eye bags, my curly hair looked a mess, and my light caramel skin tone looked nothing as it did. I looked pal

The man was in a really funny situation though, swinging between disbelief, confusion and reality his pale lips moved but no words came out. His face looked calm like a shallow spring but within his mind there was a whole debate session taking place. Qin Yue hated him and there was no way she would come here. Treating her appearance as a segment of his dream, which for some reaon was quite realistic, Lu Sheng stayed unmoved. Calmly staring down at her his eyes softened; the medication had already slowed down his senses and with dreams liks this paying him regualr visits Lu Sheng confused truth with fantasies.