Living In A Fantasy Novels & Stories

I saved myself! "What does that have to do with me?" Cathedra blurted out. Diane stared at her coldly. "Why are you one of those liars, Cathedra? Why do you write of a fantasy life where everyone lives happily ever after like there's no sadness in the world at all? Do you want to live a fairy tale life so much that you would do anything to live out your fantasies? So much that you force upon others your delusions of seeing things that are not real at all?"

I glance at him before continuing. “You have your own fantasies. You know how it feels. It is like a need for something you can’t get. You are physically unable to get it; it is a pleasure of its own, and to achieve it, you have to act out your fantasy, but that is the thing, fantasies don’t always happen. Sometimes we have to learn to live with the fact it won’t and only have the mind to tell us how amazingly hot and sexy they would be.” I am talking freely, relaxed, and feeling like I can open up to him. His smile gets bigger.

“Can you imagine living like that?” I shake my head. “I’d have been locked up or burned at the stake years ago. I’m way too independent and weird to have been born even fifty years ago. Though I sometimes think I would have thrived if I lived in a Lord of the Rings type of time and setting.” “Oh, for sure.” We laugh and keep talking about what life would be like if we lived in fantasy worlds, both agreeing I’d lead some sort of rebellion and Sam would end up being the one burned at the stake, accused that his claims of science and medicine are actually witchcraft.

ONE TWO THREE The ticking time that slowly beats in that reality. The counting spell, yet not, her consciousness and everything that’s in front of her is like a fairytale in a written fantasy that is too impossible to be true especially in this life and world. But then she woke up and was caught in the fantasy that seems to come true inside her life and world of hell and curses.

dad said. "We thought that since you are going to live in Paris with us, you should be treated like the princess you are." mom said. "What do you mean by live in Paris?" I ask. "Your mother and I miss you a lot, when you turned five you left us to live with your grandparents, no visits only calls and we need you back Jenny." He said while mom was already in tears. I don't know but my mom tears was so contagious that I started crying too, they hugged me tight, the only people missing in the picture are my brother and my best friend.

“I don’t want to hear any more regarding this, Sebastian. I need to go, we have finals, remember.” I know he cares for me, but sometimes, I can't help but feel that he favors my dad more than me, his own girlfriend. That's one of the reasons that I'm keeping my living arrangements from him. If he knows, then it already a matter of time before my dad knew and I still don't want to talk to him. “So, when will I be invited to your new flat? It's been months since you moved out.” “Uhm, never? I would like to have my own space, Char.”

“What would come next, after she achieved her goal of ruling the entire dream world? Would her life lose meaning and would she return to the reality that was making her give up on real life? Today human beings, after exploring the Earth, are turning to other planets. But the reality of her dream is set in medieval times and nothing beyond the earth's surface can be explored. It was a matter of time before the fantasy that gave her motivation to live came to an end.” - Wincludes the doctor, with these observations.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

They could mess with my ability and force me to cut myself off from everyone around me, but they could never take away what made me truly untouchable, my huge abundance of spite. It was too far away to be absolutely sure it was the Elf drifting towards Gorgoth. In a fantasy world, there could be all sorts of explanations for what it was. It could be a very unusual cloud formation, and still kill us all. In a fantasy world, nothing had to be what it first appeared to be. Or even what it second appeared to be. It made it much harder to know how soon you should start running. “We should go inside,” I said. “We don’t want to attract any attention.”

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.