Let's Imagine Novels & Stories

he hopped in the car with such urgency Sam could only nod at his statement, totally puzzled by his normal reaction. He glanced back for the last time at the car on explosion along with eight people, the red flames flickering from it to the blue sky....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...". ......"...."...""."....."...".?.".".".""." ....... ...".

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our imagination Our lives are like a huge jigsaw puzzle, and all we have of it is that left piece below. On the basis of this fragment we seek to hypothesize and visualize the rest of the picture: “Oh, it is…” But when the veil is revealed we find ourselves in a jigsaw puzzle of a gigantic picture, and that the tiny little piece we were carrying is not a significant part, and that we are looking at a completely different picture from The ones we imagined.

I could imagine us living in my home and spending evenings in front of the fireplace with the kids reading or playing board games. I could see us having a full life together and even having special events with his family around. I could see all the things I never allowed myself to even imagine before. I could imagine us being intimate and when my thoughts turned dangerous, I quickly got out of bed. My feet touched the cold floor, shocking my thoughts back to reality.

He had his reading glasses perched on his nose and was scrolling through his newsfeed on F******k. "And teenagers are widely known to go against orders sometimes". He continued, this time fully engrossed in his phone. "Oh honey! I know but it is not that". Hannie cried out and mistakenly spilled the water on the floor while taking the kettle off the sink. "It is about, you know? The curse". She whispered this time, crossed over the spilled water and placed the kettle on the cooker. "Have you forgotten that he is not supposed to keep late nights immediately he turns fourteen? And he has been keeping to the instructions all these while not until he turned fifteen lately. She added almost at th

"Two in the afternoon, and they'll travel from the airport up to here for almost thirty minutes. So, maybe almost three in the afternoon." "Okay, you can sleep now!" I excitedly replied. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling again. Imagining events that wouldn't be happen in real world. People love imagination because it is limitless, making you feel happy, sad, angry and different emotions you can have depending on what you want to think. And most of all, in imaginations, we can make our own ending. We chose on what to happen on ourselves, on how people will treat us and how will our life turned out to be.

Trying not to trip as I slowly rose up to my feet. "Do you think it's gone?" She asked, composing her self a little more and looking cautiously around to be sure. "I don't know." "What if this isn't real?" She suddenly blurted " what if this is just a figment of our imaginations?" " Faye..." I internally groaned, shutting my eyes tightly and tried to think with the swinging jungle vines that was now my brain. "This isn't the time for assumptions..." my voice a very low whisper "we.... I have no idea what the hell that was but.... "

CATHERINE POV "I want you to imagine yourself as a little girl," the voice said. "Can you do that?" I closed my eyes and I focused. I imagined myself as a little girl, about five years old. I was in my room, with my dolls and my stuffed animals. I was sitting on the floor, playing. "Good," the voice said. "Now, I want you to imagine that you are playing with your dolls and your stuffed animals. What are you playing?"

"No one would suspect anything, you can be ill, sorry, this can't happen to you. I'm just giving an illustration. We'll think about it before then, we still have some time. For now, let's do this?" "What?" I blush shyly, pretending to be ignorant.

Jonathan imagined complaining about sand inside his equipment. Commander Blackwood stood awkwardly. Lucas looked at him. “You too.” “I don't know what to imagine.” “Anything.” Daniel closed his eyes. He imagined his brother alive. The future Lucas he had killed. Sitting on the beach. Laughing. Daniel's face tightened. A tear rolled down his cheek. The imagined memory expanded. Inside it, Lily whispered the real plan. “We don't enter through the blue door.” Elena imagined herself building a sandcastle. “How do we enter?”