Fantasy In Fiction Novels & Stories

Not even close. What kind of fantasy world was this man living in?

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

Even if this is all I can offer, I hope it brings them peace. I push my magic forward, imagining a small blue fire consuming the poison cursing these poor animals, breaking them free of their bodies they're trapped in. They are nothing more than zombies trapped where they lay. They had been doomed to stay inside decaying shells and never be free, and I refuse to let that happen.

I was willing to do anything at this point to stop this fear I had pounding inside of me as I took quick and fast breaths. 1. For Christmas last year, Daniel turned his back garden into a winter wonderland because I told him I hadn't seen snow before. My heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest in complete euphoria because it was so beautiful and magical... I looked at him; the fear I felt present in his eyes as we made quick eye contact 2. Making sandcastles on the beach with my parents when I was eight... Time seemed to be moving more slowly as we drew nearer to the water beneath us.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

God knows I spend more time inside the fictional worlds I create than I do in the real one. So maybe this is just… that. This is just my brain taking something small and stretching it into something bigger, darker, more dramatic. Something that isn’t there. Writers are already labeled as dreamers, Overthinkers and delusional people. We’re seen as people who create problems just so they can solve them. And I refuse…..I refuse to let a fantasy override my common sense. It’s either that…Or I go mad. And I’m not ready to unpack that kind of madness yet.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

Just like how Gior became her favorite character right now, she felt a deep bond with a fictitious character. It's funny to think that way, but once you read something, you'll feel every certain emotion that the story was trying to convey to you. This time the story was about the certain pain you will feel when you lose someone important. Good thing that she is already comfortably sitting in her fluffy and soft bed with her laptop at the top of her folding laptop table. Aesthelia planned to read genres such as supernatural and fantasy, to feel the ounces of excitement, motivation, and determination. To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence.

A/N In case you have a fantasy you want me to pen down, just comment on it, and I'll pick the new stories from it.

Whether it was a thrilling adventure story or a heartfelt romance novel, I would lose myself in the pages and escape into a world of imagination. Sometimes, I would catch myself daydreaming about my own stories, spinning tales of bravery and love in my mind. Maya and Michelle would often catch me with a dreamy smile on my face, and they would tease me mercilessly about my romantic musings. But deep down, I knew they envied my ability to lose myself in a world of fantasy and wonder.