Imagine Me Novels & Stories

It was fun, she could take pictures with her idol senior. "Okay, I'm back." Adimasta started his motorbike leaving Ernie who was overjoyed. The girl jumped up and down happily. Without thinking, he posted a photo of the two Adimasta on his social media account. 'So happy! Today a handsome prince is present. Thank you, sis. Another time, hopefully soon ...'

"Thunder and sheer power, bound in fear." I jumped up on the stage behind Tate and without a moment's hesitation dropped to one knee to sing the next part in front of her. “But I will break the silence if I believe that you and I could be more than what we seem. I tried and gave up, they came and left me. And I was rejected again, but no one believes me. I have hundreds of faces, alternate characters, and now no one can see me." Tate scowled at me, her cheeks turning a little red.

Enough to draw Santiago’s attention. I make a face at the mirror. I don’t care if he’s a donor and multi-millionaire—and he must be, to fund a project like this. That dude was creepy. I don’t want him ogling me. The young security guard… now that’s a different matter. Wouldn’t mind a strip search from him. Okay, that was an uncharacteristically sexual thought. What’s going on with me? I really have been too isolated lately. When I return to my seat, the computer flickers. Odd. It was fine a minute ago. But now the screen is alive with movement.

Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls. "Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess. "You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself around as a companion. I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I only had 1 left. Fridge magnets. I left the others in the car! You're an idiot Taylen.

I'm not fat actually ( you should also know this since you've seen my pictures before). Speaking of...when am I going to see one of yours? It's not exactly fair that I have not the slightest clue as to what you look like, at least. I still think you're an old psycho, but that happens a few times, and that's when I start over thinking P.S, you wouldn't want to see me overthink, really. I'm literally a character from these adolescent novels like "diary of a wimpy kid" or "dork diaries."

Just my imagination. Right?

I am a rock star with my beautiful face shown all over the world. My stage name is "Singing Bliss" and I am far away from this world of suffering. I have a fiancée who loves me so much and goes to any extent for me. A girl can dream, can't she? Only that they will never come true as long as I am stuck in this basement for as long as I can take. They are all figments of my imagination and me— I am only going to wither away like the dry summer leaves falling to the ground.

"Imagine living every day of your life with your parents, with your siblings and your best friend in one house but the only difference is that all those people were in one body. Imagine you were always together, day in, day out... Always. Imagine having your soulmate since the day you were born, imagine being complete even when you're incomplete because you're missing so much shit... Imagine being at the top of the world even when you're been prohibited of simple mundane things, imagine being happy regardless of all the shit around you. And then imagine one person come suddey and snatch it all from you. Imagine your bones breaking one by one, all 206 of them. imagine your heart shattering, i

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