Life Is Just A Fantasy Novelas e Histórias

he asked, his voice quieter. “You haven’t given me any reason to think otherwise.” The silence that followed stretched thick and heavy, and my heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. The Breaking Point “You’re right,” he said finally, his voice low and measured. “This is about our image. Which is exactly why I don’t see the point in fanning the flames of a fantasy.” The words hit harder than they should have. My stomach twisted. “A fantasy?” “The internet believes what we show them,” he continued, his tone infuriatingly calm. “That doesn’t make it real.”

At least I’d won over one person, even if it was for a retarded reason. “Yeah, well those people thought, Why not, I’ve got as much chance as anyone. It might be my big break. Well, that’s you lot. Yes, it would be great if you miraculously had the voice of an angel and never knew it, get to sing karaoke on national TV and win a prize, but it’s not going to happen.” I saw Flossie about to object. “I’m speaking metaphorically. Metaphorically, you’re all tone deaf and want to sing at the Albert Hall. You’re living in a fantasy world.” I realised as I said it that you can’t really make that accusation when you actually are living in a fantasy world.

and even now few minutes ago Elena was hesitant ..even now she was thinking what their relationship really meant ..like every girl she wanted some boy to be back of her , follow her and propose her near the beach or in a club in front of her friends but see look at her now ..she’s in a bath tub with a man with her own fantasy thoughts .. Well people have said it right ..that our thoughts , fantasies and make us really wild and take us to an amazing dream world ..which doesn’t exist .. Elena ..

The house that was filled with laughter and giggles was taken over by an eerie quietness. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't fathom everything- I was lost between reality and fantasy. I couldn't see anything the way I used to before, I loathed everything in the universe. Everyone. Life may be cruel but we have to stay strong. And so I did. If only I could just get popcorn and sit on a comfortable sofa while watching everything in the movie- which is my life. And if I hate a part, I could just fast forward or pause it or delete everything. If only there's a chance...

"I just, I don't want my fantasy to influence you to do something you don't want to do." "Hmm," she said, the hum vibrating through her chest until she imagined he could feel it under his hand. "I've never really done any of these things," she said, gesturing vaguely at the room around them. "Some of it can be quite fun," he said with a teasing tilt of his eyebrow. "I guess it could."

Am I any different from Hunter if I derive satisfaction from seeing him dead? Oh, Hunter, look what you’ve made me become. I’m now filth, just like you. How I wish I could wash off this feeling of disgust, or stop hating the world like I do my very existence. Why’s there even life if there’s nothing to it, if just a snap of another’s fingers could ruin it, or worse yet, end it? It makes me want to believe that the abundance of life is a mere imagination—a fantasy of those who would do anything to add meaning to it, those who strive to be authors of the world.

“Because, all of the things you tweeted, retweeted, liked, all of that, has been my fantasy as well.” “You want to sleep with a black man?” my voice comes out small, He rolls his eyes, “No genius, I want to be the black man you sleep with. Our fantasies are the same, our kinks are exactly the same, and I want to experience them with you.”

"... I used to believe that life is just like a fairytale. Just like a princess falling for the prince for the first time in her life. Or a damsel in distress who was saved by her knight in shining armor when she was In danger. However, those thoughts were nothing but straight-up fantasy. And I was awakened from this bitter-sweet dream of mine to the world of reality ... "... Like a cold bucket of water being poured down on my body ... my feelings and beliefs soon turned numb. And everything that I could think about was the will to survive and support my poor family."

You were kind in my mind You were soulful in my heart Why do you seem so bleak now Did I miss something when we were apart Is it me that changed Or is it you Maybe it’s not us But it’s nothing new I think you were great then But now, I feel I should go Because all I feel when I see you That you look better in my fantasy You look better in my fantasy I ask you this And you smile You say that I have gone the extra mile And now I see the flaws I missed When I fantasized about you A moment was only clicked I never knew who you were I never saw how you were You became my fantasy But my fantasy was never you Maybe that’s why you say I look better in your fantasy And now I know that’s why You look

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.