Imaginary Friend (novel) Novels & Stories

They will surely think it is due to the trauma of losing my mother at an early age and I had invented an imaginary friend. “Is impossible what you are suggesting, there is no such thing as mates or soulmates, whatever the name it goes by. The stories you tell me are like the fairy tales my mom read to my sister and me at bedtime. Please, stop putting images of the duke in my head.” I said in exasperation, my hands in front of my face and dragging them down as Harmony kept invading my mind with things like she was a wolf spirit and that shifters existed. But the most ridiculous part is that she was imprinting on me the idea of the duke being my fated mate.

And once again, I burst into tears. I don’t know whether I’m happy about this news, but I know one thing for sure—I will keep this child, and I won’t get rid of it, no matter whose it is. Everything was so tangled in my head that I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. Kays wasn’t there, and everything that had been there was supposedly just a product of my overactive imagination. Very overactive. To the point that I even decided to write my own fantasy novel. Why let such an imagination go to waste?

he narrowed his eyes and added, “Demon.” “I’m not a demon,” I said, my eyes beginning to tear up. I’d cracked. He was a hallucination, this whole thing was a hallucination, and I was talking to it. I could feel it, just like it was real. Was this what happened? When you went crazy, did you know you were going crazy while not being able to do anything about it? He frowned. “Why are you crying? Demons aren’t supposed to cry. Are you a succubus? I’ve never encountered a succubus before.”

While sitting down there, I tried to remember anything at all from my past, but it seems I'm having selective memory loss. It's like I choose to forget not that it was an accident or an illness. Maybe the memories were too painful to recall. Just the thought of it made me shiver involuntarily... I sat there picking up pebbles and throwing them into the water, that seemed to be the only fun thing to do around here since I couldn't talk to Eric or the animals since I have no pet or any imaginary friend... I mean are imaginary friends even real? I don't think I've had an imaginary friend before, but am beginning to consider having one now since I don't have any idea how long am going to be here

"Nowhere. I just... I was thinking about a story. A new plot I'm drafting." "A story?" Maya lit up instantly. "Spill. We have exactly four minutes before Mr. Pringle starts his lecture on the 'glory' of crop rotation. Is it spicy?" As we walked toward the History wing, I let my imagination take over. It was easier to tell the truth if I called it fiction. "Okay," I began softly, "imagine there’s this girl at a school just like ours." "She’s invisible. The kind of girl who blends into lockers."

There was even one with sharp little horns poking through her hair, chasing two others who shrieked and laughed like it was the most natural thing in the world. Watching them, I thought about my own friends, real friends, back home. Ivy with her wild curls and even wilder ideas. Maya with her eye rolls and gentle hands. Did they even know where I was? Did they believe the news? Did they think I was a monster too? The ache in my chest pulsed, raw and sharp, and for a second I almost wished I could go back, just for a day, to when my biggest problem was which homework to fake.

I had picked it out myself online—a pink one with a cat paw grip, because Lena loved cats. I walked over, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. “Hey, where did you get that phone?” The boy looked up at me and instinctively hid it behind his back. “Is it yours?” “N-no…” His voice was small, his eyes avoiding mine. “I’m not a bad person.” I crouched down so we were eye level. “The owner of that phone is a good friend of mine. She’s missing, and I’m trying to find her. Can you tell me where you found it?”

he asked. "I stopped having an imaginary friend a long time ago." "Wow!" he howled in excitement with both hands over his mouth. "That's straight-up cold, never saw it coming" "Having an imaginary friend as a child is cute but as an adult, it is something totally different…" He emptied his glass, beckoned on the barman to refill his glass. While the barman filled his glass, he told him "I just met a woman after my heart". Judith giggled, took a sip from her, squeezing her face afterwards and Peter continued

When she was little, she has an imaginary friend named Bennett. She would play and talk with it but as she grew up, she started to forget about it. She still remembers how it felt to have one because it sometimes appears in her nightmare. Emily sighs, her nightmares has become worse since the last few years. She daydreams a lot, thinking of monsters and all other creatures. She even writes about it or draw them sometimes. Emily lay on her bed and closes her eyes, she listens to the chirping sounds of the birds outside her apartment.

at the sparkling dewdrops trapped inside a spider’s web and at the stray dogs who were all grown up. The rustling leaves and twittering birds would often transport him to another world. There he would find himself near a pond playing with kids his age. The agony inside him would disappear as he visualized himself playing with these fictitious characters whom he had named – Milan, Shruti and Diksha. While the teacher in his school went on about nouns and pronouns, he found himself chasing his imaginary friends through the rice fields and then lunching with them on the railways tracks. In many ways, those windows were his escape route to the world in which his mind was free of the shackles of