Let's Imagine Novels & Stories

A real one. And suddenly we were doing something we hadn't allowed ourselves to do much lately. Imagining. Not planning. Not assuming. Just imagining. Tiny shoes by the front door. Arguments over bedtime. Messy kitchens. Noise. Life. Possibility. The conversation drifted naturally from there. Names. Again. God help us. The name list returned. Like an old friend. Or an old enemy. Depending on the day. Elara immediately rejected half my suggestions. I rejected most of hers.

I deadpanned inside my own head. Leah exhaled like a tired mom. “You are so stubborn. Okay, listen…it’s like a hotspot or Bluetooth. Just imagine the person you want to talk to. Picture yourself standing right in their head. But you have to open your own channel first so they can hear you back. Try it. It’s literally not that hard.” I focused on Victoria. Pictured a huge empty white space, just me and her standing there like we were the only two people in the universe. Then I pushed a tiny thought through.

"When you sense things like the sad man, you need to tell Mommy or Daddy right away. Even if it seems like imagination. Especially if it seems like imagination."

"let's begin." ***

Doing all the things to you I've imagined for far too long now. "Imagined," I breathe into the silence of my room. He's imagined me too? Me:Imagined? Jackson:Imagined. Fantasized. Envisioned. Dreamed. All of that. "God," I sigh. I fall back to my pillow and stare up at my ceiling in the darkness, asking myself if I'm really going to do this. Am I really about to agree to this? How could this even be possible? How could I possibly know the situation weren't real?

Just tell me I am not imagining this? His gaze was so intense, it felt like it was drawing me in, I could almost feel my feet levitate off the ground, imagining a world where there were no schemes, no hidden agendas—just the two of us, unburdened and free to explore whatever this was. God, I wanted that. Just for a second. A breath of something real in the chaos.

“Let us depart!” * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! What do you think will happen next? Any thoughts?

"Well, let's say ... you can pretend to have a dementia." "W-what?"

They talked about their day, their dreams, and their shared interests, their voices creating an intimate connection despite the physical distance between them. As they spoke, Catalina allowed her imagination to wander. She envisioned their next meeting, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, the warmth of his embrace, and the way his lips would press against hers in a passionate kiss. It was a thrilling anticipation, a rush of emotions that swept through her like a tidal wave.

“You don’t always have to fight with people to make your presence known.” “It’s not like she’s even useful anyways.” Emilia mumbled under her breath. Clearly her words where not intended for our ears but we did hear her and Jasmine did to. And as expected she did not brush it off, she responded. Emilia’s eyes met mine as she opened her mouth to respond and turn this into another one of their heated session of them exchanging vulgar words. She closed her mouth and decided to let it go. “Let’s get over and done with their, we are already behind time.” I declared and everyone except Jasmine agreed.