Imagines Novels & Stories

Mannequins were scattered in the corner of her room as she sowed a pink dress. "What's going on?" I raised my brow and Linda turned around, her shoulder-length dark brown hair was messy and her light brown eyes wild. "Andrei is what's wrong!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. "Who's Andrei?" I stepped over the clothes. "He's filling in for Kazumi since she's busy with the ice ball preparations, he's so bossy and rude and orders me around since I'm an intern. He may be hot, but I'm not having it!" She wiped her forehead which was covered in sweat. "And I have to sow fifty dresses for the models that's performing at the ice ball in two days. My fingers are cramping,

Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film. It was a crazy fantasy, and Amy would imagine it all the time. While Amy was making love to her husband inside this futuristic sports car, she would also imagine her favorite rap song playing through the sports car’s sound system. Amy would imagine caressing her hands down her husband’s bare, muscular chest while listening to Tupac Shakur’s Only God Can Judge Me. Tupac was Amy’s favorite rapper. Sometimes, Amy would fantasize about making love to her husband while listening to Tupac. Before Amy met her husband, she would often fantasize about making love to Tupac.

“Now imagine that a small flame is growing in the middle of my hands. Imagine it growing from every breath, and every beat of your heart. Imagine it warming your skin as it flows through the strings flowing up your spine before slowly growing in the middle of your hands.” I do as he instructed, a little shaken on the thought of fire growing between my hands, but remembering that I couldn’t see it. And thus, the illusion that it would harm me doesn’t exist. As I release each breath I imagine a small flame growing in my mind, it starts shaky and dies out at first but I try again.

TimTim’s fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the little food carrier against her chest. The glass walls of Aariz’s towering empire loomed around her, shimmering like sharp-edged mirrors, reflecting not only her fragile figure but also the gap between their worlds. For a girl who had always lived in simplicity, who thought love was as pure as laughter shared on rainy evenings, she had never imagined the kind of wealth, power, and darkness Aariz walked in every day.

Doing all the things to you I've imagined for far too long now. "Imagined," I breathe into the silence of my room. He's imagined me too? Me:Imagined? Jackson:Imagined. Fantasized. Envisioned. Dreamed. All of that. "God," I sigh. I fall back to my pillow and stare up at my ceiling in the darkness, asking myself if I'm really going to do this. Am I really about to agree to this? How could this even be possible? How could I possibly know the situation weren't real?

Jesse finally understood. “Future diversity.”Everlyn smiled slightly.“Yes.”The archive wasn’t trying to predict tomorrow.It was protecting humanity from becoming trapped inside a single version of tomorrow.Her phone buzzed again.Clara.“The archive is growing faster than expected.”Everlyn typed:“Because people keep imagining.”A longer pause.Then:“Exactly.”Another message followed.“Imagination may be humanity’s least appreciated adaptive trait.”Everlyn stared at the words.Imagination.Not intelligence.Not strength.Not efficiency.The ability to picture realities that didn’t exist yet.That ability had built civilizations.Crossed oceans,Created science,Created art,Created disasters too.

"Umm... Yeah... But now I am not" She narrowed her eyes at me before turning them back to the television. She was watching a fantasy story. "It never happens in real life. Why do you watch all this?" "Because this is my escape" "Huh?" "This is my escape from the real world. Imagination is full of magic, it can lead you to the places where no one can ever go, it can make you feel the things that you have never felt before. I know it is not practical but it helps me a lot in fighting my stress. And I guess these fantasies are far better than the realities of the world"

So what if they’d gone through a few things last night… and now she knew a few things… But as soon as she sat down and saw him bathed in morning light, so cool and restrained, her mind betrayed her—immediately flashing to him in that half-open black robe, his body full of heat and desire… Worst of all, her imagination added in the part where he was alone in the bathroom, groaning— Oh, God. Candice squeezed her eyes shut like she was going crazy. She swore it wasn’t on purpose. She was an adult woman, okay? Those images just forced themselves into her head. She didn’t want to think this way. Please forgive her!

I began panting, my heart was beating fast which was obvious because its a bit audible. " This isn’t real, it’s not possible " I yelled I closed my eyes as I kept repeating those words. " Listen to the rhythm Victoria " a voice giggled to my ears " Join us Victoria and you will reunite with your friends " a voice whispered I sat on the cold floor with my knees bent and my hands covering my ears, my eyes were closed as the music lyrics began to play

I said to her. What she said next confused me even more “You have to set your mind on getting out and make sure that your friend energy is at its peak when you want to come out or else, he will fall into what I call the Vizz.” “What is the meaning of that?” I asked her. “It’s another word I use for Oblivion” she replied. “Oh, I said, is that all?” “Nope, that’s just the beginning, after setting your mind on getting out of the prison you do the zapping thing.” The voice said.