Imagined Synonym Novels & Stories

"Maybe there is a purpose why I appear in your imagination. Maybe we share the same universe. You know Auggie, I always see you too. I couldn't see your face but I remember your brown hoodie jacket. It is exactly the same as the one in my daydreams. Maybe you are that missing star." I know this is not a coincidence. Maybe all people who are experiencing the same have been living in the same universe, trying to make the melody of the fictitious world and real world would complement each other. "You experience it too?" he asked. "Yes, we are the same, using fiction as an escape." He grabbed the earphones on his desk. "Maybe we can use this to answer our questions." We both shared the same earp

Ava read the screenshot four more times before she trusted herself to drive home. By the fourth read she had stopped looking for new information and started looking for an explanation that made it less than what it appeared to be, some context that would turn a conversation with her name in it into something harmless, a misunderstanding, a coincidence. She did not find one. The conversation was dated three weeks ago. It mentioned her by name, multiple times, in a tone that suggested planning rather than passing comment, and the two participants were people whose names she recognized well enough that the recognition itself felt like a small betrayal.

I know I can't live in an illusion and believe that she will come to my arms when she calls just what thoughts well we can't do that to her and much less her mother believe that everything passed without sorrows and we live happily ever after. Who has never lived an illusion or an impossible love? Even for a short time, it's not uncommon to imagine what my life would be like if something that I'd been waiting for happened, or who knows how to dream of a long-desired relationship with someone like mine and Ana's! Something so common that it doesn't present anything unusual, at least for us. Thinking about what our future would be like and fighting for it to really be lived should be something

Was it just her imagination that his hand lingered in hers? Probably. She had a very active imagination. It helped to make up for her current lack of a romantic life. In no time at all, they reached the sixteenth floor. Lucia was treated to one more glimpse of those abs as he pulled his jacket on. “Looks like your sister and I are on the same floor,” he said as they got off together. “Looks like it.” She smiled up at him for a second before she had to look away from those eyes again.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

I murmur as snippets of dreams I’ve had surface. I always dreamed of a little brother, one I never met yet still have the ability to know about. I’m not about to play games or accept this child as something he’s not. That was just my imagination, which ran wild with me because I had nothing better than fantasising about things that were not necessarily true or even real. “Khai…” Theo leaves the child to come to stand beside me. “No. It must be something Damian had planted.” “My visions have never lied before…”

Sinjin couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun just goofing around. He and the boys had played games like chess, Monopoly, and Scrabble. When they grew tired of the games, they pleaded with him to tell them a story, so he fabricated one from his imagination. It had been so scary that they literally begged him to stop and cowered in fear under their blankets. Taking pity on them, he assured them they had nothing to worry about. While Troy stared at him skeptically, not believing him, Tristan simply grinned and called him an awesome storyteller.

“Do you have a dog? Is that what it normally does?” “No, my ma won’t let me. I just know how dogs would behave in the same situation.” “Amazing. You are like an outsider to your own body. You are able to project yourself out of yourself and into the self of other beings.” “Duh. There’s a word for it,” Kate said. “Imagination.” “Please use some more of this ‘imagination’. I would like to see the world straight through human eyes. Please lend your eyes to me.” “I don’t think I’m the right person…”

Liv said in stutter as she widened her eyes “ Yes, and No, I don’t just think Melody isn’t real but I think everything about her isn’t real. We are having been living in an illusion " The room was silent after I spoke, Liv was terrified as she sat down next to Lyon. Lyon was confused as he kept tapping his chin as he whispered to himself " That’s why she refused to do anything with us " I had never thought of a day like this will come. I lost my best friend and now there is a possibility I’m gonna lose my life and my friends “ If there is no way out of this house and the Melody isn’t real then there isn’t a hope of any of us to survive " Lyon whispered

she asked. He nodded and opened his eyes. "That's more along the lines of Hyperphantasia. It's being able to conjure extremely vivid images in your mind. I don't think you actually have Hyperphantasia, but I'd say your above normal." "Okay," he said. "What's this got to do with anything?" "I'm getting there," she said. "Use that ability. Picture Jessie in your head, misbehaving." He slowly nodded and gave her a looked at her curiously. "Is there some ulterior motive for this?" he asked.