Imagine Novels & Stories

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

“Report: Please use your imagination so that I can visualize the thing you requested.” “Ah, okay! Hmmm ... how about it looks like goggles that can zoom in or zoom out something? Or eyeglasses that have the ability to visually slow down the motion of a fast object? Is that possible?” “Assessing your request. Assessment completed. The creation of anti-superspeed goggles is possible. Creation will proceed. Please confirm it. Yes or no?” “Sure. Yes! Please proceed now,” I blissfully uttered. "Creation of anti-superspeed goggles completed successfully,” my assistant said in a computer-like voice. Then, black goggles similar to the goggles used for watching 3D films in the cinema appeared. This i

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions (like the Royal Opera House and Bolshoi Ballet) are mentioned, but the characters involved are completely imaginary. . ｡༶・° T E R M I N O L O G Y °・༶ ｡.

Slamet looks confused by the pose Varet made. “You’ll see,” Varet said. Varet was concentrating and suddenly those cassava roots lifted to the sky and flew to the basket next to Slamet. Slamet was shocked by seeing what just happened. “Can this power realize our dream?” Varet asked. “Wh... What was that??” Slamet was still shocked. “Let’s call it Doki-Doki. A power focused on one’s imagination.” Varet replied. “What’s imagination?” Slamet looked confused.

“I got it, what next?” “Now, it should come naturally to you, pour your shard energy into the image in your mind.” What is that supposed to mean? I try to visualise the shard as the crystal I saw the first time, I imagine it exuding a bright blue light that seeped into the katana. Nothing. “Um, X? It’s not working...” I open my eyes to find out that’s not true. In front of me is a glowing blue blade, exactly the way I imagined it, except it wasn’t glowing. “Impressive, you actually got it on your first try” X holds my shoulder. “It’s called a thought construct, imagination given form by your shard energy. Pretty cool right?”

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the Gatekeeper said. "I want you to imagine the life that you want, the life that you dream of. What do you want for yourself? How do you want your future to look?" I closed my eyes, and I began to imagine my future. I saw myself living in a beautiful home, surrounded by people I loved. I saw myself doing work that I was passionate about, and I saw myself making a difference in the world. I saw myself happy, healthy, and content. And I realized that the future I wanted was within my reach.

CHAPTER FOUR The dream world doesn’t have a specific name so we should give it a name. Fiture or perhaps we should call it……………. Apparently, we don’t build their houses by ourselves, it materializes out of thin air, don’t get confused on me now, we all dream of something whenever we sleep right? Then whatever you dream of can be granted by the grant-master in my world, that’s if it’s deemed useful. Your dream can also be used as a gateway for very powerful dreamers who wants to enter this realm.