Is This Real Life Or Is This Just Fantasy Lyrics Novels & Stories

I said impatiently. “What? Oh, yeah – go live life… but make sure it’s actually real life.” I frowned. “Versus what?” “Versus a fantasy.” She said it like vershus a fantasy as she stumbled towards the cab. “Fantasies are awesome – fuck yeah they’re awesome – but sometimes you gotta know when to come home and write the fuckin’ article.” “What if real life can be a fantasy?” I challenged her. She paused, halfway into the cab. “If you figure that one out, let me know how to do it,” she said, toppled into the backseat, and waved as the cab took off into the sea of San Francisco traffic.

—he nods to my stomach—“I’m it. And that means I need to take care of the three of you like I’m everyone. Enough. I don’t know.” There’s no hint of irony in his voice, no feigned sarcastic distance. He means this completely. He wants to be my—our–world. No secondary motive. And that doesn’t change anything. “You’re not it.” I stand slowly. He raises his eyebrows. I put my hand on my stomach. “They have both of us. I have myself. This fantasy you have—it’s impossible.” “So I can’t want it?” He climbs to his feet as well. “Not with me.” I shrug. “I lived my life behind walls. Now I’m out, and there is a whole, real world to explore. You could never be my everything because I won’t shrink my li

The same unknown number. [The ring you picked? Steven already promised it to me. The designer will engrave our initials on the inside. It's lasting and unchangeable, just like what between me and Steven. My initials will be on his ring. We have two children already. Sooner or later, Steven will leave you for us.] Lucy typed only five words in reply. [I don't want him anymore.]

Lyra Tasha. Wait. No. Hold on. Am I hallucinating? Because this can’t be real, right? This isn’t real. This is nothing but a sick joke. I must have hit my head harder than I thought. Do you hear me? I’m serious. I’m blinking over and over again so hard my eyes sting, my tears are burning, and I keep thinking maybe if I close them long enough and open them again, she’ll be gone, she won’t be there, because it doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. I swear to you, if this is real, then I don’t know what the fuck is left to believe in.

I’m sure this isn’t real, how could it be, but I refused to remove my eyes from him, fear of this hallucination disappearing before I could tell him, at least in my own mind how I truly felt. Each word that left his lips had helped in this grand illusion, he wouldn’t say any of this if this were truly real, but I don’t want this fantasy to end, it will be the last one I ever have and even if I know it’s not real, I can at least be happy for a few minutes before my reality crashes back. His eyes filled with unshed tears and that’s when I knew my fantasy would certainly end, he would never hold that much emotion for me.

Emma muttered loud enough for me to hear and I was about to throw a comeback but another baby started to cry even louder. I ran towards him and carried him in my arms, shaking him and cooing him not to cry and that's when I realized the lyrics of the song that was currently playing on the bluetooth speaker was exactly matching my current life. 'Feeling used But I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss Against my lips..' The sweetheart in my arms slowly closed his eyes and I placed him on the cot and patted his head gently. I heard the door opening so I made my way back to the lobby, still focusing on the lyrics of the song.

There is still a bit outside my mouth, I make up for it by surrounding him with both hands and massaging his testicles. « You are his, no one can hurt you. You are his and he is completely yours. Just for you. Just for him» I repeat to myself and I believe it. I absolutely believe it. As if it were my new life motto. How not to be and want to be his when he fulfilled even my most ridiculous dream? I take it out a bit, but I put it back in and repeat the action listening to the movement of the chains. She is getting desperate and so am I, why lie? I choke my feelings down my throat with her cock. I don't plan on saying anything to ruin the moment.

•"I just wanted to confirm if what you told me earlier was the truth, to know if you're pranking me or not" •"I'm serious, she's really dead"• he heard his sister, Mareili, break down in tears. He's not a great fan of consolation so... •"Shit! Shut the fuck up and get a hold of yourself"• he reprimanded and immediately the crying voice died down. •"So what's the next option now, have you called Dad?"• •"I have done so, he said he'd come pick me but he's yet to arrive"•

ONE TWO THREE The ticking time that slowly beats in that reality. The counting spell, yet not, her consciousness and everything that’s in front of her is like a fairytale in a written fantasy that is too impossible to be true especially in this life and world. But then she woke up and was caught in the fantasy that seems to come true inside her life and world of hell and curses.

Why don’t you enlighten us with those words? ‘ okay okay, it's just a 4 lined poem. I couldn't write anymore.' Cassandra, at last, surrendered laughingly. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and began: " Dreams are fantasies Fantasies which will never come true, They all lie in ashes When morning comes in view! Fallen in love with a prince, I dreamt one day. He wore the white fustanella And was always happy and gay. His crown of palm leaves Glittered in the morning sun.