Flights Of Fantasy の小説・ストーリー

“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.

I lost my consciousness once again. When I got my consciousness I'm once again in the same dark alley. I don't know what is real and what is imagination. My mind is playing tricks, relieving everything again and again. Making me lose my focus and sanity. once again I am being chased by the two figures. I am running from them, trying to reach somewhere I can not be caught by them. The two figures are very close to me and I am out of breath and I am going to get caught by these creeps. No no, I can't make that happen. I have to fight them. I have to save myself from them.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Looking over at Joffrey now in a full conversation with the man, my attention turns back to the white light flickering in the back of the store, as I found myself being drawn towards it. At first, I thought it might be a candle, but the closer I got to it, I began to realize that wasn’t the case, as it began to move from the original spot, floating now freely in the air, from one bookshelf to another. Taking a few more steps towards it, I could see small wings fluttering, and I couldn’t believe what my eyes were now seeing. I had heard of them in fairy tales, but I had never seen one in person until now, as I stood there in awe, watching it move from book to book.

He smiled back at them, smoothly sliding a couple of dollar bills into the first lady's hand. I've been in only one plane before in my life, and while it wasn't anything fancy, I was totally blown away by everything. The mere science of it, the fact that I was a couple of thousand feet in the air…it was a wonderful thing to experience. However, that experience didn't even come close to this. As soon as my feet stepped inside, I realized that this wasn't just a regular plane... it was a freaking penthouse on wings. Inside the main cabin was a centre of luxury.

Nathan looked at me before leaving the room. “Come, we have a flight to catch,” Edgar said. As we leave, I feel uncomfortable traveling without Dora. But sadly, she is no longer part of my life. As we travel to Scotland, the plane is full. Merida, Ora, Benson, Rhea, Anabelle, Kristopher and Ellie. Not forgetting Edgar and myself and our guards. The flight passed quickly with all the commotion from the chattering young adults.

Just the wind brushing the surface of the court. “I don’t want to choose between you and Dante. I want both of you. I know it sounds mad, like some fairytale poly fantasy. But I’ve thought about it, and it makes sense. We all want each other. And I know you might be scared, or think Dante and I still have unfinished business, but... it’s not about old feelings. It’s about the new ones we’ve built. All three of us.” Taiga’s shoulders stiffened. His lips parted, then shut. His eyes dropped to the ground.

Pyrrus takes a turn to the left as we come to the neutral city, taking us towards the edge of the city before we head to his land. He had mentioned it was a two day flight and we would be stopping to rest overnight. So just as the sun starts to set we land at the edge to the forest leading to the mountains. Sliding to the floor, my legs feel like jelly because we had been flying all day. I never take my eyes off Vulcan as he shifts from huge black and gold Dragon to the tall handsome and powerful King he is.

" I gave a small nod, turned, and walked away. Jacob started after me, but Wendy clung to him with all her might, refusing to let go. I had no desire to deal with either of them anymore. I left without a word, booked a flight, and went home. When I came back, Jacob was storming down the street. He was red-faced with frustration, while Wendy trailed behind like a scolded child. I didn't know what had happened after I left, and frankly, I didn't care. I slipped the plane ticket into my pocket, ignored the sight of them entirely, and walked into the house.