Into Reality Novels & Stories

"Just about to yell at who ever called me, everything suddenly froze by the swift presence of a wind that blew across. I felt so ever weak to even look back, the figure that I felt the presence of slowly walked to me and held me by the shoulder. His cold hands ran chills down my spine and the environment I saw suddenly faded off and got reinstated by Raphael's world's reality. "He isn't lying John!" Said Raphael, standing side by side to me. A set of clips from Marvava reinstated the reality again. The prophecy is playing off and as a result, Realms are collapsing, realities are falling apart, you cannot see it, not yet. What you will see clearly is perhaps when earth falls prey for the prop

I gasped. He looked upward, expression grim. “The Gate’s waking fully. It’s rewriting what’s real. Every choice we made — every life lived — it’s pulling them all back together.” Reality shuddered. The world exploded into fragments of memory — I saw myself as a child running through forest trails; Auren as a warrior bathed in moonlight; Kael kneeling before a shadowed throne. They flickered around us like shards of mirror, each reflection whispering: Choose. Choose. Choose.

She was gone. Didn't want him anymore. Vincent charged it, ripped it down, smashed it to the floor. He punched his own smiling face, over and over. Even when the glass sliced deep and blood dripped, he didn't stop. Like breaking it could undo everything. Only when it was unrecognizable did he finally quit. He staggered toward the living room—then froze. Next to the trash, something caught his eye. He knelt, picked up a few torn scraps. And then he saw it—two words that knocked the air out of him: [Marriage Certificate].

Theodore looks up “…What now?” And then Reality itself trembles Not breaking Not shifting Reacting To something approaching Something even all of this Wasn’t meant to awaken

When winter break arrived, Margaret wouldn't stop calling. She kept urging me to come home for the holidays. The Carters had raised me, and I couldn't be too heartless. After much deliberation, I still bought a train ticket and returned to Montevale with bags full of gifts. The moment I stepped through the Carter residence's front door, a sharp, angry voice rang out. "Jessica, what is your problem? Don't forget, you're my wife now." Hearing that, I was stunned. I saw Marcus sitting there, yelling at Jessica. Her face was pale, but she didn't dare argue.

"The climax has happened. The 'Real World' has been reached. And there is nothing more boring than a character who has everything they want." "What are you saying?" I asked, a cold dread filling me. "The ink isn't fueled by your will, Kaima. It’s fueled by their **Interest**," she said. "When the stream hits zero... when the last person looks away... the 'Reality' they wrote for you will vanish. You won't go back to being toys. You’ll just be... **Unwritten**." I looked at my hands. They were starting to flicker. My skin was turning transparent.

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

And I realize that planting the seed didn’t just save reality. It woke up whatever came before reality existed. And it’s looking directly at me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

"What do you see now? Does the engineer in you still find flaws to correct?" "I don't see a bridge anymore," she said, a serene, genuine smile touching her lips. "I see a finished thought. I see the physical, concrete evidence that a vision, no matter how daunting or difficult the implementation, can manifest as a permanent, positive reality. That bridge is the marker of the moment we decided to stop being victims of our geography."