Imaginary Friend Book Novels & Stories

I assured her that I promised and then retrieved a few tissues to help clear the girls face. “Sometimes I see people or things that do not belong to our world.” She begins very quietly. “I do not always see them, sometimes I feel them. My mommy thinks that I have imaginary friends, but Luna, I can actually see them, and some of them I know.” I nodded encouragingly for the girl to continue. “Sometimes the people talk to me, and some of them even play with me.” For a moment she has a bright smile on her face. “Mommy does not like for me to talk about them, and the other kids think I am lying or crazy.” Again, tears start to form in her eyes. I quickly pull the girl onto my lap to give her more

I can not get what I want, I can not like others who in an instant can get many readers. On this path that is not bright enough, I think I would like to go to the world of my novel. I want to enjoy my life, and be able to chat with a good vampire king. Yes, I created the main character in a novel and then made him a friend in my life. Yes, this is my life. I do not have many friends, even the word 'friend' as very heavy in my life.

grandma explained. "There's nothing wrong with trying to make friends." "But I do have-" I eventually stopped what I was going to say. "Yeah? What do you have?" Grandma asked. I gulp and look beside her there I saw daddy looking at me as well. "I do have books. I have an imaginary friend there in the book." I excused myself and averted my eyes. "You still don't know how to make believable excuses yet, Nini. Better luck next time." Well, at least I tried though.

Well, that was the twist, Jane isn’t even real, she is just a figment of Anna’s imagination, her creation, a fantasy friend she had created to fill the hole her family’s death left in her heart. Psychologically, when a huge part of our life is chunked away, the mind finds a way to create a replacement to fill that hole. For Anna, it was her imaginary friend- Jane, she showed up whenever she needed her most, and she was just as real as any friend, except that she lived in Anna’s mind and so only existed for her. The so perfect Jane!! To be continued!

Port in the Storm Dear Diary, I know I’m probably too old for this, but my best friend is on digital detox and I hate almost everyone at work enough not to engage them in my silly misadventures. I would have probably told my mother by her grave, but somehow writing this down feels right and more real. It feels like I am telling a supernatural spiritual being, perhaps an angel? Who knows? They might be real after all.

Short thing to know about me, I had always been a girl with an imagination, somewhat wild to be honest and I wouldn't doubt that I got deep into imaginary land the moment I started reading books more often, especially books online. Sometimes, I would just sit on my stool or lay on my bed thinking what my life would be like if by chance my life happened to be like one of those main characters in books. Meeting with the cold hearted jerk bad boy who went to the highschool as I did, I'd be a nerd and have just two friends who were always supportive and ready to punch any faces who dared to take me down or make me feel inferior. And then, I'd become noticed through my innocence by the bad boy wh

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The letters sitting side by side made each sentence which gave me shock after shocks. "Dear diary, I know I had said that you are my only friend but today I found another one. He is so cute and chubby and he didn't mock me for my stuttering. He was like me without any friends. He said he will be my best friend so I named him chubby bro. He also gave me a cute name, a little doll. I'm so happy, finally I have a friend, a best friend. I don't think I'll need you again dear diary because now I have someone to play with. From now on I'll write about what me and my chubby bro did."

They visited each other once in a while and spent quality time together. "Hey, what is this you've been reading since you got here anyway?" Ismena asked her best friend. "A new book. Damn, you need to read this book, it's perfect." She flipped to the next page, her brows knitted in ardent concentration. Ismena scribbled down the number ten of her list, "No thanks. I'll pass on that one. Can't believe you haven't changed none in the last ten years. You're still reading fantasies that don't exist." She has nothing against books, but her best friend can spend an eternity reading fairytales. Is that a way to live life?

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.