Imagines With Visuals Novels & Stories

Candice's face grew chilly as she saw the images. Upon opening the folder, Candice's face grew cold at the sight of the photos. They depicted a man and woman in a close embrace, shrouded in dim lighting. The man's face was obscured, but the woman was clearly Candice, her expression adding to the suggestive nature of the image. Candice felt a storm of emotions as she glanced at them. Francis insinuated, "I don't recall when this was taken, but imagine if it were seen by others…"

And worst of all, it was the altered and exaggerated version that her imagination kept feeding her. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, her heart hammering against her chest as an imagination she hadn't known she possessed began to taunt her with vivid images. Though he'd been in a swimsuit that day, she thought about him naked with nothing but thin swim trunks that clung to his groin sensually, accentuating the huge protrusion at the inevitable center. With droplets of water gleaming against his pretty face, toned chest, and sturdy thighs, drawing her attention to him as he sat next to her on that mat and captured her lips in fluid, deft motion.

“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…”

She nods and says, “brain power, my queen. You were in a trance over the loss of your people. The idea is that now you can do it, but intentionally and not because you have a powerful emotion.” “That makes sense. Well, brain power visualizes the molecules. I can do that.” She crosses her arms while watching me carefully. I let out the air slowly. I observe the horizon by sharpening my vision. I can see the lint and dust traveling in the gentle breeze that accompanies us. I stop in the breeze. I imagine I can move its molecules, but not too much, since if I shake them too much, they can change state.

In the back of my head, I know the sketchbook is now possibly wet on its ends because of the water level. “Lanmè ak rivyè. Tranch rid ak lapdi. Dlo, mwen kòmande ou pote memwa nan tou de kontantman ak doulè!” Faith speaks a different language and she keeps chanting those words again and again. Out of nowhere, visions one after another started coming into my head and it felt like my brain is going to explode as I held tightly onto Faith’s hand as she keeps chanting those words repetitively. The visions were filled with laughter, bonfires, message in a bottle, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, waves, singing, surfing, cave, tattoos, wedding and faces of strangers but seemingly familiar deep inside my

Tomorrow, I'd be visiting the flooded packs, moving around with a boner isn't a fate I'd gladly sign up for. When I grabbed my shaft to get to work, I shut my eyes and there she was in my imagination. I was thrusting inside of her, and she was welcoming each thrust with her enchanting screams of pleasure. And she was here, on my bed, naked. I hadn't realized how lost I'd been in my imagination until I felt the hot slimy substance on my hand. I opened my eyes to my cums spewed in different directions in the bathroom. I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes again, deciding to live in my imagination through the night. Because somehow, I fancied it more than my reality. In my imagination, we

ARIA Four months later; “Close your eyes.” I did as he asked me to do. “Imagine her.” I tried to. I exhaled deeply, ignoring the tightening sensation spreading inside me. “Your skin.” He whispered beside me, his warm breath falling on me, his warmth seeping into me at the point where our legs were touching. I imagined it. I created an image behind me eyes, in the darkness. “Your golden hair.” His voice was going far away as I swam deep and deep into my imaginations.

If only things had been different for me, perhaps life within my Aunt's mansion would have taken a different turn. I closed my eyes, attempting to push aside the negative thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me. Instead, I focused on conjuring up an image of a potential mate, someone who could bring warmth and happiness into my life. Slowly, a figure began to take shape in my mind, an indistinct yet familiar face, framed by messy hair. I concentrated harder, willing the features of my imaginary mate to become clearer.

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

The vision tries to pull me back in and it hurts, like ice burning my skin it prickles everywhere and I struggle to hold my focus, but if this is on me and I want to end this I have to fight. I take a deep breath and let the scents around me solidify my strength. I think about containing the evil magic that has been forced onto these beautiful plants. I imagine a glass bubble and siphon the navy mist inside where it can’t harm anyone else. My breathing is labored and I am sweating now, but it is working. The visualization is helping me clear my vision. The whole clearing is in my view now. One more surge of ice shoots down my spine, through my heels and into the ground and then my body