Let's Imagine Novels & Stories

"Now I can’t get that image out of my head. Delete it. Delete it right now!" "But you already imagined it," he teased with laughter.

she said to me and I nodded my head at her. “Like water needs the feeling of calmness and the fire needs the feeling of anger and frustration, in the same way, to control the time you need the feeling of anger, frustration, wanting the need to stop the time to stop something bad from happening,” Emma explains to me. “Okay, so how are we going to do this?” I ask her. “Close your eyes and imagine any moment that you wanted to stop at any cost to stop that thing from happening in your life,” she said to me and I closed my eyes and followed her instruction.

For a moment, the only sound was the distant sea, a low and constant hymn. Plans are easy to form. The execution is where men get impatient and die. I allowed myself one small indulgence of imagination: the image of Frank bound, handcuffed at the warehouse, his voice thin as paper under interrogation. The thought made the muscles at my throat tighten. It is important to visualize what you want. It makes the steps toward it less like stabs and more like a crafted path.

Meanwhile my mind was trapped miles away in a mansion I had never seen, imagining some kind of punishment, and Leo standing alone in the middle of it. I closed my eyes. Please be okay.

I leaned closer closer, my voice tinged with a newfound zeal "Imagine, Raven, ruling the underworld with me. Together, we would have power beyond imagination. No more school, no more mundane worries. Just us, guiding the shadows to our whims." The look of surprise on her face almost made me laugh.

“What’s with that look? Marriage is not the only way to get a girl, right? You can just kidnap her or simply adopt a little girl if you want to.” “IT”S A CRIME, DUMBASS!” They exclaimed irritatedly. “I just asked the way, right? So, there’s nothing wrong, right?” "He has lost his mind." They said in their mind. “Mindblowing, eh? It’s because I tend to think imaginatively instead of logically. Do you think everything started from logical thoughts? Then please explain how did they invent a lamp, the telephone, or even a sex doll? It’s because they were imagining things that would be convenient for them. And this is what I want to show you.”

"I'm lying here, touching myself. Thinking about you." Silence on the line. Then, the faint sound of denim shifting. "Imagine," Echo purrs, linking our audio feeds so his voice surrounds us both. "Imagine you are in the same room. The lights are dim. The air is warm." "Okay," Lena breathes. "Mia, tell her what to do." I close my eyes. "Unbutton your jeans, Le. Slide your hand inside. Skin to skin." I do the same, finding my own slick heat.

"Goddess. I can still feel his tongue on me, merciless, devouring me." Cassie and I are lost in our memory. "Oh, Elliot." We moan together. "Keep that up and I swear I'll smash that glass and take you on that table right now!" Leo growls. I gasp. "What? You weren't supposed to hear that!" "You're so excited we can hear everything you're thinking, a real hallway to your thoughts!" Mocks Elliot. Oh yeah? Time to play. I then imagine us in the forest, as we were a few hours ago, letting my fantasy guide my words.

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.

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?