Living In A Fantasy World Novels & Stories

Somehow now I like living in a fantasy world I chose to sit on the balcony of my bedroom window, and leave my room lights not on, hey I drifted into the plot of the novel until I felt that right now I was the mate of an alpha. Hahaha this is why I can't get into a novel, I can easily imagine and make myself the main character

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.

My face suddenly brightened when I tasted them. "These are so good," I said, and he just smiled. "Auggie, where are your parents?" "They are abroad. Sometimes, it is very lonely that I am all alone here." I suddenly recalled what happened last night. I thought I was going to die. I thought God already granted my wish of living in The Yarn. I call it that way because my fictitious world is like tangled yarn. You have to untangle everything just to discover what has been hidden. You are probably thinking that why I prefer to live in fiction. Unlike reality, you could create your own plot. It is like writing a story. You have to think about the sequence of events for you to create a story that

I whispered. “The border between worlds. It is a place with no beginning and no end. Everyone dreams of it, some know of it, and few understand it. It is the fabric binding realms together. The place where myths are made,” he said, eying a particularly drunk looking fairy, goblet in hand, who stumbled and collapsed into a woozy heap. “Or, it's the place one comes to get piss-drunk and party until the Apocalypse.” I cringed as the fairy belched. “So, do you live here?”

All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth. After all the things that had happened, I still couldn’t believe everything he told me and from where I was standing were all real. I felt like those characters got sucked into a fantasy world, living their lives in adventures. That stuff only happened in fiction. Of course, I did like… no, I loved those stories, but I couldn’t believe this sort of situation actually happened to me. “Hey,” Wilt called. “Huh?” I snapped back to my senses. “Don’t space out,” he said as the crowd started moving. “Let’s go.”

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.

I woke him earlier than Hunnie and the children, spending ten years more with him alone and confirming that he was never going to age again! Leaving the castle and traveling with gypsies, we created multiple different safe heavens for our family, and learned about the world ahead of us, planning on how to spend the two years together with the family before they sleep again. The world now, was more conciously awake. Supernaturals were openly living amongst humans, causing Witchy World to expand all across the world instead of one region. They invited humans to their realm to learn magic, as well as to become educated on the many different beings amongst them.

Now she would know what to do. "But luckily the life stone doesn't need anyone to believe in its power. It saved me and brought me to this place. This place of dreams." "Place of dreams?" He nods. "It's how I understand it. It is place that is safe from the evils of our world, woven of dreams. There are dreamers here who weave the dreams from the inside. Your own dreams, the dreams from the outside world, weave it from the outside." He frowns. "Not all are here voluntarily. The magic is quite old, you see. It has rules from a different time."

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

He wasn't ready to believe that he was living in a mythical world until they moved into the bungalow building. Everything was exactly as the books described it. The lighting system, the glass tables, the couches, the carpet... name anything he could set his eyes on. He saw enough to convince him that 'The Other World' existed and he was living in it now. The only reason he knew this was because of the books else he would believe this was the afterlife. The best thing to do was to keep to the lie that he could not remember anything and so get to understand and really know where he was.