Imagine Novels & Stories

Ameira did such to keep ten-year-old Aimee safe, in case whatever happens. Her alters come out unexpectedly, especially when triggered. But neither does she know which one of them will control her next. Staring at the sky, young Aimee’s mind wandered, gone was the huge jolly grin printed on her face earlier. The way her thoughts were reminiscing her childhood feels like Ameira currently shares the body with her as a co-conscious.

-"Yes, you can! We are in your mind; everything is possible. You just have to imagine it." Right. Imagine. I close my eyes and picture myself in a warm ski outfit, with a furry-edged hoodie, pink jacket, black pants, snow boots, mints and beanie hat. I opened my eyes, and my entire apparel had changed. Dang, I should have tried this before!

I threw a handful of grass, that I had plucked and wanted to yell out in exasperation. “Maybe try getting really mad and think about fire.” Alexia suggested. I guess it wouldn’t be that hard, I was already past mad. So, I tried focusing on a spot of grass just in front of me and I imagined the flames in my head. I imagined them forming slowly, then getting bigger and the soft orange glow of the flames, licking the blades of grass and catching them ablaze. I imagined the flames being hot and burning the grass until it spread to another patch of grass as it disintegrated the parts of the grass it to

"That's what makes Hartley's brand. Every piece of their communications gives people permission to imagine that the next thing is possible. If the combined entity loses that it becomes just another governance-heavy conglomerate." I looked at her wall. At the print-outs and the notes and the brand map. "Governance and imagination," I said. "The responsible future." She looked at me. "Not responsible as a constraint on imagination," I said. "Responsible as the foundation that makes ambitious imagination sustainable. You can imagine further when the structure beneath you is solid." She turned to her keyboard and typed something. Re

Flynn Blackwell, one of the board members, asked, pulling Sinjin out of his thoughts. Johan Monterey, the assistant to the Director of Engineering and Development at Midas Corporation, had proposed a groundbreaking concept: the creation of universal translators—devices that could automatically and accurately translate spoken or written language in real-time, enabling seamless communication without losing context or meaning. "It’s a brilliant idea, Johan," Sinjin began, "but you realize this project could take us years to complete, right? To develop a universal translator that performs flawlessly across all languages would require extensive time for research, development, testing, and refinem

"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 rega

For a moment, the only sound was the distant sea, a low and constant hymn. Plans are easy to form. The execution is where men get impatient and die. I allowed myself one small indulgence of imagination: the image of Frank bound, handcuffed at the warehouse, his voice thin as paper under interrogation. The thought made the muscles at my throat tighten. It is important to visualize what you want. It makes the steps toward it less like stabs and more like a crafted path.

Let's see now if he can fulfill my wish) He really kept me waiting. Honestly that explanation was bad but the keyword here is imagination. In other words I just have to picture an anime scene, a Gate and a cool creature. Let's see how this goes. I close my eyes and picture a scene then picture a gate and make a wish and then picture a creature.. wait what creature should I pick? I have too many cool monsters in my head. What should I do? A dragon? A Phoenix? A golem? Ah I can't think. All those creatures are cool. Ah this is a failure guess. I will think things through before I do this again. So I open my eyes and give up.

At first, one voice. Then another. A child from a distant planet imagined a garden between the stars. An old scholar imagined a library containing the history of both universes. A healer imagined a sanctuary. A traveler imagined roads connecting worlds. An artist imagined cities filled with colors that had never existed. A soldier imagined a future without another war. Millions of people answered. The Interworld stopped expanding. Liana felt their dreams enter it. The emptiness began changing. Gardens a