Just An Illusion Novels & Stories

Was Naza that mean? Khalil nodded at me discreetly and bounced the ball on the ground, "Alright, let's play then." What have I done? I was exhausted. There was a lot of bouncing during practice and I was sad that it wasn't my ass. It was like the players were on steroids with bulging muscles and gleaming sweaty bodies. I breathed out as I jingled the locker room keys in my hands to remind them about hurrying up. They all grumbled and increased their pace, except Khalil who wasn't even among them. I sighed to myself, knowing that deep down, all I wanted was to be in the room alone. Don't get me wrong, my school's shower and locker room were amazingly equipped.

All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and expensive smiles. We control what the world sees, and my father controls the men who make sure it stays that way. Now, he’s passing it all to me. The company. The influence. The blood oath. There’s no time for distractions. I rub a hand over my jaw, staring at the city through the glass. From up here, it looks peaceful. The streets below, the people, they have no idea how much of their world belongs to us. But peace is an illusion. Because every empire needs an enemy.

I asked. At once, he declined with an excuse, saying that he was shy. My lips twitched into a sneer as I observed his response. "You're probably shy because of the marks left by your ex-girlfriend, who you've been longing for two years after sleeping with her. Am I right?" Seeing that I exposed his lie, he became furious and condemned me for slandering him. However, I paid no attention to his fury and kept pushing him to remove his shirt if he wanted me to believe he was telling the truth. Eventually, he didn't dare to do as I said and bolted.

I should have just bought a chocolate cake I liked. My phone buzzed, lighting up with a notification on social media. It was a snapshot of Jordan serving food to Giselle at the Skinner family dinner. The caption read: [The pseudo-siblings can fight as violently as they want on the outside, but at the end of the day, they always go home for family dinner together.] The top-voted comment underneath read: [This is the real power couple! Brilliant, beautiful Giselle is always meant to be the true heroine of Jordan's story.]

Judy laughed. Ella stared into Judy's green eyes. " Don't you think that's mean? The girl could be dead in some ditch and you are spreading nasty rumours." " Well I don't think she is dead. I think she is hear, alive in Salt Rock , watching and enjoying the attention." Judy finally snapped and Ella knew that the presence she felt earlier was an illusion potion. She could feel the slight presence of the evil she felt as she pinned the grey would to the ground. It seems as if the illusion potion is wearing off and the warm fuzzy feeling Judy gave of earlier was slowly being covered by a feeling of death , loneliness, hatred and impending doom.

"I just bought that man's last pack of rock candy earlier. Now he's back selling more, but he has no memory of me at all." "Don't tell me..." Shale's brow furrowed. "We're trapped in an Illusion Manifestation?" "Our previous sect leader wrote about this in his notes. The stronger your arcane power, the stronger the illusion becomes. No wonder we didn't sense anything was off." Aria nodded slightly. "It's definitely an Illusion Manifestation. But these people are real, so they're probably trapped in the illusion with us." Shale's voice grew serious as he said, "But if we're stuck here, what about the job you gave us? What if those artifacts get smuggled out while we're trapped in this thing?"

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

Still, I do feel better after letting the tears out so maybe talking about it more will help as well. "Elle began teaching me something similar to an illusion. It is an auditory illusion. So I can make people hear things without changing what they are seeing. It is a lot more difficult and it took me a while to get a right. Once I finally had one good attempt I realized that with auditory illusions, and heck even full ones, I would be able to see and hear my parents again. I never thought that that is something I would be able to do. Just the thought of hearing them talk to me had me in tears. Wondering what I would say to them and how they would sound was just too much. I thought that I was

It is enough. "The psychology of illusion involves understanding how the brain perceives and interprets sensory information to create the experience of reality. Illusions can be visual, auditory, tactile, or even cognitive, and they can occur for a variety of reasons, including sensory overload, sensory deprivation, and cognitive biases. One of the key concepts in the psychology of illusion is that perception is not always accurate or objective. Instead, our brains use a variety of cognitive processes and heuristics to make sense of the world around us, which can sometimes result in illusions. For example, visual illusions such as the Müller-Lyer illusion or the Ponzo illusion exploit our br

And over it all, Adrian’s voice whispered like a serpent. “This is what you fight for, isn’t it? A memory. A connection built on illusion. You think love is real here, inside a system made of lies?” Dream snarled, stepping forward. “Shut up.” Adrian turned his gaze to him, smirking. “You can’t silence the truth, Dream. You never could.” The ground fractured beneath us again. The illusion shattered, pixels breaking apart, the void bleeding back through the cracks. I fell to my knees, gasping for air that wasn’t even real. My body flickered, my hands fading in and out like static.