Escape For Reality Novels & Stories

“Where are we?” “In the settlement of Rasfata’s daughters. They found us and offered their help.” “Oh—those women-men?” I’ve heard of them before. “And why are we in the same bed?” —what if something did happen and I just don’t remember? With these dreams, you can’t tell where dream ends and reality begins. “I had to lie and say you’re my man,” she blushes. “Oh? Interesting,” what else did she lie about to those women? “Kays…”

Nick's eyes were surrounded by massive dark circles, his face was unshaven, and his typically immaculate clothes were filthy and disheveled. He looked more like a stray wolf than the Alpha I once knew. I immediately turned to walk off the stage, but Nick grabbed the microphone from the lead dancer. He looked at me and shouted, "Flora, I love you! "I was under the influence of some hallucinogenic wolfsbane before, but now I'm clear-headed. Give me a chance to make things right! I'll say it a hundred times, a thousand times—I love you!"

"Please!" Marcus takes one step backward, then another, his eyes never leaving mine. "I will find you," he vows. "No matter what reality you're in. No matter how long it takes." "I know you will," I whisper. He turns and runs through the doorway, our daughter clutched to his chest, just as the chamber gives one final, catastrophic collapse. The convergence energy engulfs me completely, tearing my consciousness from my body. I feel myself scattering across a thousand realities, a thousand versions of myself.

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"

It was an escape from my cruel reality. Afterward, as I lay there with her, staring at the ceiling, sadness began to creep back into my mid. The escape was temporary and the reality of my life was waiting just outside the door.

"Tabitha, the exit procedure is ready. Confirm departure?" "Confirm." The moment she replied, a blinding white light appeared before her, forming a corridor. A sudden gust of wind whipped through the area, shaking the banyan tree and scattering its leaves into the air. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. Farewell, Kieran and David.

Okay, so let’s run a few simulations: If my dad wanted to ascertain if this was a completely parallel reality or one of slight differences the easiest way to find out was to walk over the hill to Trans-Port’s offices and declare himself to a stunned Carver and Harding. Of course the police would then charge him for manslaughter so the whole escape thing would have proved a waste of time.

I knew we had to face our fears head-on if we wanted to escape this digital prison. Ethan took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We can do this," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We have to confront our deepest fears and desires and find the key to breaking free." Together, we pressed forward, each step bringing us closer to the heart of the simulation. As we journeyed through this surreal world, we encountered manifestations of our fears and desires. They twisted and contorted, morphing into grotesque versions of themselves. We had to confront them, understand them, and ultimately overcome them.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Everyone was celebrating the "survival challenge" ending in a perfect success; everyone but me, who was left drifting in the freezing wind. I stared down at my lifeless body on the ground, no longer feeling anything. … The helicopter slowly rose into the air, carrying the jubilant people toward the luxury camp at the foot of the mountain. Some invisible force tugged at me, pulling my weightless self to hover beside Dad. He lounged in a leather seat. Next to him sat his girlfriend, Alice Ford, who was also the producer of this show. She was holding up an iPad for him, grinning so hard that all her teeth were on display.