Imagines Stories Novels & Stories

away from the planets of these two, beyond the reach and conjecture of all. And the end of the story was just as far from the imagination as the writer. If the fairy got the alien, there was no loss-making deal and if she didn't get it? Not every story has to end in laughter. Some stories even become immortal and these incomplete, immortal stories are more appealing.

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

The possibility of being someone else—someone significant—feels daunting. She recalls the story her family often told her during her childhood: a vague tale about finding her in an unnamed location and saving her from a life filled with horrors. As she grew older, her imagination invented various scenarios. Sometimes, she envisioned herself as a baby in an orphanage, where her mother volunteered and instantly knew she had to take her home. Other times, she fantasized about drifting down a river in a basket or mysteriously appearing on their doorstep. Julius always claimed they had walked downtown and heard her crying from a dumpster. Standing up, she stretches and shifts her weight from side

"I get it. Escapism is important." "But it's not just escapism. It's... I mean, think about it. For as long as mankind has existed, we've had stories. Adventures told around fires. Fairy tales. These are the modern version. They're larger than life. The people in these magazines or on these gossip sites are modern American royalty. And reading about them puts things in perspective." Roman's frown has deepened. He walks over to the coffee machine at the table at the far end of the room and says, "Go on."

“This is only the latest incarnation, the visible part of the story if you will, like the tip of an iceberg showing above the water. The rest of the story resides with its teller and the footage will want to join it, so it will take you there.” “But what happens when I get there? What’s this Mr Isimud going to do? I mean if he trapped Melissa in his story and made her a character, he’s not just going to hand her over is he?” “Have you ever read a story where that happens?” “No, but this isn’t a story, it’s actually happening.” “Are you entirely sure of that?” “Are you saying I’m hallucinating all of this?” “No that’s not what I’m saying at all, I’m asking what you know about fiction?”

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

"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"

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Beatrix also looked confused and wrinkled her forehead, "Is what you're telling me about, this is just the premise of your fiction script, right? It's just fiction, right? This can't be reality, can it?" I smiled at her. "I can not believe what you said. Everything coming out of your mouth seems like a narrative story which only lives in fantasy..." said Beatrix. "You are the one who said that imagination can be true, right?" "Yeah.. but like this,,"

Helena's POV "OMG! I have this big room all to myself for two weeks," I muttered to myself and stood up. This is real!" I pinched myself and ran into the bathroom. Oh! It was magnificent. It was even more beautiful than the biggest house in Adelphi. Yeah, Adelphi it's my home town, the village I grew up in with love mixed with sorrow. Where all my misery started too. I don't want to remember the dreadful pasts for I gotta be strong for my family. I am in dire need of money to further my sisters education and cater for their needs. After dropping out from High school, I started doing various odd jobs to earn a living. To hell with things turning worse there(Adelphi). I have to come to New Yo