Novel & Cerita Imagines Scenarios

I play by their rules. I crawl under the covers, but I don't sleep. The scenario keeps replaying over and over in my head. I see myself holding that mop and slamming it against the man's arm. Then his blood. In my scenario, the man's blood gets in my mouth and eyes. It slides down my throat in a thick torrent. With each scenario, it gets progressively worse.

Him: "Change the pocket in a few days, or put it on a hat, or fasten the DV to the roof of the car when you're driving, fasten it to the front bar, and then you'll see. Another new world. And that's not all, same pants pockets, and then have the camera backward, or just get a stand and fix it to the top of your head for an overhead shot, or from the angle of your shoes? Or from your dog's neck? Whatever it takes, you'll find so many different things, you'll realize that you didn't know the world." Him: "Imagined infinity? Don't be ridiculous. How can imagination be infinite? Imagination is all dependent on cognition, it can't transcend cognition." He smiled at me and I knew I was hooked. Me:

The air was alive with the whispers of stories untold, each word carrying the promise of new adventures and endless possibilities. Guided by the gentle touch of imagination, Mama Hazel journeyed through meadows of dreams and forests of creativity. The colors of her thoughts painted vivid tapestries in the night sky, each hue a brushstroke in the canvas of her subconscious mind. The stories she had shared with Theo blended with the fabric of her dreams, creating a symphony of love, imagination, and connection.

I could already feel his presence and when I turned my head in there, I saw nothing. “What's happening with you, Zenaida?” I just can't believe what my mind were thinking at this moment. I just can't believe that I am imagining things. Never did I expect that I would reach this aspect of my life where Alpha Ares keeps banging into my head. I was thinking of him wherever I was as if he was just around me. I've been imagining him which is not good. This is not supposed to happen to me. I should not be thinking of Alpha Ares but I can't stop myself.

It’s not that I don’t accept what he said, because I do, and intend to go by it, but it’s the way he said it that seemed strange. It was almost like he knew Rome wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon. I get better over the next few days, I can eat now, I sleep with little to no nightmares, and I can stay almost the entire day without mental ritual images plaguing me. Imagery is such a weird thing; it’s one of the things that falls under both the Curse bracket and the Blessing bracket. It’s nice when you can picture everything that is said, that you read, it’s amazing, but when you see something you probably shouldn’t have seen, and then you can’t unsee it…well, it really fucking sucks.

She was able to take Amina's hand and run away. The chamber steadied. Her pulse thundered. The construct remained unmoved. “Those are projected outcomes.”. Amina faced difficulties in maintaining her breathing.. “You built futures.”. “We modeled probabilities.”. Her stomach turned. One projection lingered strongest. An image of a monarch suspended in the air.' Herself seated at its center. Not resisting the system—. Ruling within it. “What was that?” she demanded. The construct's eyes sharpened. “A high-yield scenario.”.

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.

Images that seem like memories but are only the imagination of a lonely little girl who envied a big, complete family. Mom and Dad, if you were together, what would it be like? It was sweet to create scenarios in my mind and imagine what it would be like if Mom and Dad were together. Sleepily, I imagined my father watching me in the dark corner of the room while my mother told me stories. Asleep, in my dreams, we could always play together. But the next morning, reality hurt. And again, I took a dose of this poison. Because just as sweet and happy… these hypothetical scenarios were poisonous... The poison that I’ve been taking for years.

"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"

I tried to close my eyes, but it seems like insomnia loves me too deeply right now. I tried to imagine things-what I usually do when I can't fall asleep. Imaging scenarios in my head like most likely are impossible to happen. I tried to imagine what if there's a real Totoro, or if Sakura didn't die from being stabbed, or what if I will not succeed and I will never experience the best of life- then it will work like that, from imagining dreams to overthinking. “Kath,wake up.We're here.” I slowly opened my eyes and rub it. Tim's face was too close to me that it made me flinched.