Fantasy Make Believe Novels & Stories

He articulates, and I nod. “Alright, do it.” He urges with a smile. I close my eyes and I indulge in his fantasies. I pretend to wade through a stream in my mind, looking for Silas, and when I do find him, I pretend to hold on to him as though he’s a thread in my brain, one that can fade away quickly, but nothing happens. I open my eyes, disappointed, “See, magic isn’t real.” “Maybe,” He shrugs, and devours the pancake.

Still I forge on, though I certainly make note of the idea for the future. There are odd things too, like the giant frog telling fortunes for a call-in psychic hotline, or the pirate ship full of ballet-dancing vegetables. Others simply make me smile, like Gloria’s craving-driven fantasy of a real-life candy land, or my own childhood wish of riding a dragon as it flies through the air on great leathery wings.

“You have no beliefs?” “No, yeah.. I do. That is what I am saying. I believe in things. I believe that God exists. I believe there is a being so great that he made the moon, the sun, and the earth. I can believe that he gave me life and makes miracles.” Bella tells him. “I believe that if he can make a world so beautiful and so many people so amazing, I believe that he could make anything. If he made a mermaid in that ocean, then I believe it. If he combined man and animal, then it is so. I am not one to doubt something just because I have not seen it with my own eyes. I have never seen the ocean but I believe on faith that it is there. I am more than 'seeing is believing'. I believe in thin

“How sure are you if you haven't been there?” “You're right, I'm not quite sure but I’ve read a lot about it.” A big fat and humongous lie. “What have you read about this place?” His hands worked on his jaw, he gazed all over me. “I learnt there are a lot of mythical creatures, the type you know of; werewolves, warlocks, witches, vampires and many more. That's where magic rules, they believe anything and everything is possible. It is possible to live forever, so they said.”

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

She explained and told a little about the history of magic, but Maddie was not in class, in mind. She couldn't keep her attention and wondered or Ravens poisoning had affected her too. Omem gave them a list of spells, which they could modify themselves, to make them more powerful with their own energy. Doors changed color and got a different symbol if you wanted to go somewhere else. The frame could be used for most of the doors and corridors under the city and some for the surrounding villages and towns. ‘Learn them well and try them out,’ said Omem. ‘What is the function of those old men and that bum on the bench at the Martini Church? Those men, they belong to the Elders? ‘Rodolf asked cu

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

“Michael, I have never seen a TV set and, while I have heard of Star Trek, I have no idea what the 'transporters' do in it. Essentially, in a state of orgasmic bliss, you still had enough will power available to transport matter a considerable distance into an internal cavity of another human without causing damage to either of you. Julia believes that to be impossible, which is why she came to me.” “And what do you think?” “I think that you are a young man with a lot of talent. What you did is not impossible, but it does require a level of will and a kind of belief that is becoming increasingly lacking in the modern world.” She grinned. “You appear to be something of a throwback. You would

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

But she did not, rather she pinned her lips in a thin line and watched as the woman began busying herself which bringing out ingredients for her special delicacy. Kehlani was thinking of her manuscript which was why she opened her big fat mouth and asked, "Do you believe in fantasy?" Now she sounded like a creep, poor kind woman would be thinking she was a Lunatic with where she was headed. "Why, of Course." The woman nodded her head so excitedly like she had just won a lottery or something, "Hmm, what kind of fantasy do you believe?" Kehlani ventured.