Fantasy Make Believe Novels & Stories

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.

His wife was worrying needlessly again. "Honey," he began, "I am not lying. Let me explain about this world. You are aware that in the Human Realm, abstract will always be abstract and concrete will always be concrete, am I right?" "Yes, you're right because that is its reality," Jennet responded as a matter of fact. "Indeed, because it is its reality. But, honey, in Fantasy Realm, concrete and abstract can change at any time. Meaning to say, anything is possible to happen because abstract can be concrete and concrete can be abstract."

"You're not lying to me?" Frank squinted his eyes. "Why would I lie to you?" Children were easy to please. One could ask them if they wanted a Superman figure or 200 grand and they would still choose the Superman figure.. Adults didn't believe in magic, but children did. Frank maneuvered his wheelchair to the window, gazing out at the dark night. His eyes seemed to blend into the night. He didn't believe in magic. He only believed in Lily. Or perhaps, Charlotte.

“All the forbidden spells you saw were fake. “Only this sword is real. “Maguire Fourcade, you old scoundrel. You’re pursuing the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell painstakingly, but you definitely don’t know there are three thousand forbidden spells in the world. I know what you are trying to do. The Fourcades have tampered with the platform. You are trying to capture my forbidden spells, but do you think you can steal them just like that? Unfortunately, everything you saw just now was part of the nightmare. You Fourcades shouldn’t have counted the chickens before they hatched.” “What?! Everything was fake? They were all fake? Impossible! Their laws were real!” Maguire was confused. “That’s because

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

Why drag me into it now? I am not anyone’s soulmate. I don’t even believe in that. Soulmates love at first sight, true love, etc., all that shit is a fantasy. It is MAKE BELIEVE! It exists in books and movies to try and build this false sense of hope in a hopeless world. Even if I did believe that soulmates existed, I certainly would not be foolish enough to think I’d have one. Life is not that kind to people like me.

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“And some people think things and they become real?” “‘But thoughts are things, my friend,’” Gavin whispers, “‘when you imagine a thing, you MAKE a thing.’” He smiles at me. “Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, from his story ‘Playing With Fire.’ And again, it’s this town. Maybe like Bassler House, not only does it draw a certain sort of folk, but when other sorts of folks imagine things, believe in things so passionately . . . ” “They become real.”

It felt like I was a page ripped out from one story and forcefully pasted in your book of life. Mom brought storybooks of princesses and prince, angels, demons, mermaids, fairies, magic and whatnot to make me believe that magic exists. And like Cinderella, one-day Kirito will come to my place and take me away to a huge castle and angels would guide our way forever.

she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope chuckled softly. “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” Anya sat up straighter, her face animated. “I dreamed I was a princess in a giant castle made of candy! And you were my fairy godmother with wings that sparkled like diamonds!” Penelope laughed, brushing a stray curl from Anya’s forehead. “A fairy godmother? That sounds magical. Did I grant you any wishes?” Anya nodded eagerly. “Yes! You gave me a flying unicorn and a crown made of jelly beans!”