Illusion Novels & Stories

“We don’t have to actually act like that day exists, okay? We’d just be doing things that are fun just randomly, okay?” He looked into his eyes as he anxiously waited for a reply, his hands folded. His pupils were dilated, his blue eyes stealing the spotlight. He could list at least a hundred reasons why Seb’s plan was going to be a bad idea and why he was better off leaving him at that instant but at that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to utter even a single one.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

I said, and I meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the Westbrook account. "Oh," Eli said, and there was understanding in his expression. "That kind of processing." "I don't know how to do this," I said, and I was terrified by how much vulnerability was in that admission. "I don't know how to exist outside of my control structures. I don't know how to let someone actually see me." "You already are," Eli said. "You're doing it right now." "It's terrifying," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But you're still doing it. That's what counts."

He was looking around the clearing, and I grinned. It felt like I was somewhere else, looking at him, as if in a haze, like mist obscuring your view. It was an odd feeling, the complete silence and peace from where I was. I could see Kiran, but it was like I wasn’t in the same realm. I wondered how to make myself appear again; I wanted Kiran to see me, and it felt like I was stepping through a bubble as I was transferred from one realm to another, and he smiled as I appeared in front of him.

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

SURREAL. Having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre, dreamlike, or fantastic; seemingly detached from reality. Anna’s life had fractured into two distinct realities: the private, intense, and ethically questionable relationship with Dylan, and the public, professional role as the director’s "girlfriend." Returning to work, she found herself inhabiting a dreamlike world where her identity as a dedicated doctor was now overshadowed by her celebrity status, making every interaction feel bizarre and detached from the professional life she once knew.

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"Little brother, what about me helping you with your work? Um....are you making a science project or somethin' like that? Then, I sure can help you." "And I sure you can't," replied Mahone. "How do you know that?" "I am exploring optical illusion. I am trying to make an infinite mirror and of course it's very hard," he continued to speak smugly. "At least I need a few weeks to finish it, because I haven't found all the equipments, like....I bought some plexiglass sheets named polycarbonate. They are good company's, you know. They looked clear in the shop, but when I checked them in my room, they kinda seemed opaque, the hell! I bet the shopkeeper was selling s

I inched it ever so slowly back towards the glass. "It's pointing the other way." "Is it clear?" "Aaaa..? I don't know?" I eased it just a little bit more. "Whoa, yeah it's clear." I saw Remi's figure reach towards the glass. His fingers hit the pane. "Wait, what? I thought you knew what you were doing," he said. "The image is virtual," I said. I looked up where the image and my head math said it would be. "Just keep looking through the glass and tell me when it looks like I'm standing next to it."

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE