Imagines Scenarios Novels & Stories

The System then replied coldly, "Imagine." Danial thought that the System would speak further, but it didn't. He was a little stunned, followed by disappointment. Imagine? What did the System mean by that? He wanted to ask for an instructor to help him with this but hesitated. He felt like the System would not give such advice if there was no benefit in it. So he further asked the System, "What should I imagine?" The System replied, "Imagine fire and use your internal energy with it."

Liam's imagined whispers, his breath on my neck, his body pressed against mine – it was all so vivid, so tantalizingly real. With the showerwand in hand, I directed the warm water, the sensation heightening the fantasy, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. This was just a release, I told myself, a way to exorcise his image from my thoughts so I could refocus on what mattered – my business, my goals, the bet.

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.

“Next you need to break through the brain, get into my brain, and imagine the different scenes in my mind. After that, concentrate on what you want to see, the day on which what you want happened, where it took place, and how the surroundings. Was there noise or not? After concentrating on that, now stop imagining the different images in my mind and concentrate on what is on my mind. You will see different things. Everything that happened in my life from the day I was born till the day, will all fall on each other making the sight to be blur but concentrate on the images. One at a time but at speed.” “Since I was not present in today’s scene, concentrate on what happened during the last batt

he asked. For a long time, no one answered. Luke smiled. “Ryan.” He called and I shook my head, pretending to know nothing. “Well that is disappointing, I heard you are the best here,” he said mockingly. “You heard wrong, sir,” I replied dismissively. “Indeed.” He answered. “But you better step up, we don't keep useless people in the Hunter group.” He paused before adding “This is Imagination unbound. A concept I have found quite interesting lately, this was designed by a caged bird that wished to go out and see the world. What is a better way to live a dream than to live in a tree house?”

Maybe, something was with her now, and it silenced Hestia before she could even scream and now, it was coming for them all. Imagination really does run wild, especially if supplied with the right environment and emotion, it could enhance the thoughts in a vivid way that would render the holder of the mind shaking with fear. “Do you think it’s a monster?” one girl asked, and the paranoia spread to all of them. “Nonsense, it’s just Hestia in there.” one girl replied, trying to be the voice of logic and reason but she too was trembling with fear.

To hell, I never wanted to be a part of this plan, to begin with. I wish the madman could get over his stupid ideas and let me leave. Surely, it's not that simple because it's never simple with someone who has lost their sanity. As my body relaxes, I lose the sense of alertness. All I can do is let my mind conjure up scenarios, one scarier than the next. I imagine him gutting me like a fish while he laughs at my pain and suffering. I imagine him running around the forest with my head in his hand while he’s giggling like a girl.

He got jealous imagining her with another man, so instead of that he imagined her with himself. Maybe on this couch, inside her bedroom, on top of kitchen slab and of cource shower sex would have been her favourite part of the day. On this very couch he would have kissed her lips senselessly, beside that drawer she would have pushed him away after a hot making out session perhaps on that dining table. Asher kept making scenarios in his mind gazing at every corner of the apartment. The thought of Her moaning his name, and crying for his touch on her made him gulp hard. He hated his mind for not listing to him and showing him the image of her being fucked by him which was purely a creepy tho

Jesus Christ, where have my words gone? Suddenly I get a surge of inspiration. I’ll do that old trick and imagine everyone in the room naked. Yes! I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open them, everyone is in their birthday suit. It’s not a pretty sight. In fact, it’s a damn awful sight. But it works… it really works.

Unless I get a really good lawyer or something. I haven't had any visions either, which is kind of strange. I used to get them once every few days, but it's been almost a week since my last one. Only a few glimpses of this unknown world have crossed my mind; mostly dark forests, villages and vast oceans. In every scene appears the same emotion - emptiness - that surges through the entire space like a flood. Not a single person is seen, not a sound is heard. This makes me wonder if all these glimpses and visions are just a figment of my imagination, increasing my deepest fears of becoming completely alone.