Living In A Fantasy Novels & Stories

Sub-pillars were then established to aid the Pillars to stand firm in any situation. Yuna stopped reading for a while. The so-called fact that these creatures created by human imagination actually exist, and the fact that she has the chance to see them didn't excite her that much. These creatures don't call themselves a part of a fantasy, or living in a fantasy world, for they too exist like humans are now. To see is to believe. They have been living without knowing that humans like her exist and breathing because no matter how many times she read the book, she cannot find any word, phrase, or sentence that can grant the possibility of her kind's existence.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

However, there are things in their world that doesn't exist in ours. Like magic, for example, bummer, I know. Like, why do we have to be born in this specific reality when we can experience magic in some other ones? But believe me, living in a magical world isn't always as lovely as we all think it would be. There are beings who are known to be able to go across these realities, I'm actually one of them. You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully.

I would have explored the world and traveled so I could meet new people and see new things. Even if I didn’t age, I could have learned how to hide my real identity. Like many fantasy novels that I have read or fantasy movies that I have watched, I could have learned something from them. Supernatural beings had always created new identities and never lingered in one place for too long.

“I don’t like that it is underground.” “Oh, come on. Of course, we cannot live here forever.” Rose laughed. “I meant, out there, in the world, if we find a good land, I would love to have the features of this place replicated. This place looks cold, but it is cosy. It makes me feel like a princess. It is giving fantasy novel comes alive.” His eyes were smiling, so she nudged him. “Don’t you think our little family would have lots of fun in a house similar to this one?” “Our little family?” His lips twitched. His smiling eyes softened. “That sounds… amazing.”

he suggests. It would be easy for someone with my powers to defy my parents' wishes. However, just because I can overpower them doesn’t mean I should disrespect them; they raised me. From the outside, my life may seem perfect, but inside it’s turmoil. Perhaps it’s time to accept that the life I dreamed of doesn’t exist. LAYLA'S POV We pass through big plantations with working slaves before carriages pass through enormous gates and pulls up at the front of what looks like a magical, fantasy royal palace.

“What next…dragons? Fairies? Sparkly monsters?” Liana gave me a look. “This isn’t a children’s book, Princess. It’s real life. Real situations.” “Yeah right,” I muttered, “real life where people turn into wolves, vampires walk freely and people perform rituals. Totally normal, not like a blockbuster movie at all.”

I said impatiently. “What? Oh, yeah – go live life… but make sure it’s actually real life.” I frowned. “Versus what?” “Versus a fantasy.” She said it like vershus a fantasy as she stumbled towards the cab. “Fantasies are awesome – fuck yeah they’re awesome – but sometimes you gotta know when to come home and write the fuckin’ article.” “What if real life can be a fantasy?” I challenged her. She paused, halfway into the cab. “If you figure that one out, let me know how to do it,” she said, toppled into the backseat, and waved as the cab took off into the sea of San Francisco traffic.

Deliciously so. Fairy tale. Definitely a fantasy. Some bizarre alternate reality because things like this did not happen in Bethany Willis’s life. They never had. Never would. But it was nice to live the dream just for a while. As long as it lasted. In this dream, she was wanted. She was desirable. She and Jace were equals. There wasn’t an overwhelming disparity in their lives, their statuses. She fit into his world. She belonged.

The witches were not to be trusted, and after the story my father gave us, it was more evident that we needed to be careful and be on our guard. I returned to our apartment to relax. Desiree was exhausted, and I allowed her to rest. I noticed she was deep in thoughts instead of sleeping, so I had to ask her why. She turned around in bed and rested her chin on her hand. "I have been thinking," she started, stating the obvious, and I did not say a word. "What if we can place our country under a magical dome, like a force field? We won't have to bother about clearing ash again and attacks, too," she said, and I smiled at her because it was a fantastic Idea. As the word fantasy implied, it was i