Multiverse Of Nonsense Novels & Stories

|Ever| A hallucination of Aida's high-pitched voice claws its way out of my subconscious. "You chose your doom. I told you so." A mocking laughter follows. I shake my head, clearing it away as it echoes away into space. Sighing, I ease into my bed. It's not a big deal. Might be about the few classes I missed this month. I squeeze my eyes shut, parting my lips slightly before closing them. I can't be in much trouble than I already am anyway.

Faiz added while Harry looked at him but wasn't surprised. "You mean, my mind was time traveling to a multiverse? Or another realm? Anna inquired. Her confusion was unmistakable. The idea of her time traveling was beyond her understanding. "Yes." Mr. Faiz trailed off, "...fyi the trackers didn't work and -but adopting a non-scientific new age thinking kind of sense, your existence in the Moonland could be that you are traveling through an incalculable number of alternative universes where another universe might not be just imaginary surroundings characters in your dreams."

It made the crime lord feel like she was in control again. “I’ve heard about parallel universes,” Bryan whispered out while gazing down at Irena’s face and finding himself falling in love with the face he had been missing and dreaming about. “Well, I’m from a parallel universe,” Irena told Bryan while pointing at herself and looking up at Bryan with a sly smile on her lips. “They call it the multiverse, where there are multiple universes that contain multiple copies of the planet Earth. In those copies of Earth, there’s a copy of each of us. It’s like having a twin who lives in another universe on another Earth.” Irena hoped she was explaining things well to Bryan. She could see that Bryan w

"Do you want to see something more magical? Do you want to leave this place and go into a place you'll absolutely love?" Am I asking myself or not? "If you do, go into that tree. That's where your foster parents found you. That's where you came from. If you're thinking you're different, yes, you are." Even though I don't have any idea who is speaking, I still responded. "What do you mean?" "It's a portal to go into another world." "W-what?! Wait, who are you? Are you living inside me? Are you a human?" I ask foolishly. And after I did that, I give myself a knock on the head. What a fool.

" I bought my hand to my mouth not wanting the gasp of fear to escape. My eyes locked into the photo of a wolf howling and behind it was the bright full moon. No. This is not true.” I told myself. Out of curiosity, I typed: Is there another world? Many results were shown but all of it has a common denominator. Multiverse. ”Hey, you're not getting paid to just sit in that computer. Get out of here, it's working time already." I got startled when my manager popped out suddenly, causing me to stop what I was doing. And that stayed on my mind. I stared with blank expression at Hades when I saw him again talking to the old woman under the bridge. This is how he is, usually. He follows me to centr

Ivan Jr. improved his machine. But this time, he didn't just want to go to the past. He wanted to explore the Multiverse. "The theory says," Ivan Jr. explained, "that there are infinite worlds. In some worlds, maybe Grandpa Ivan was a good man from the start. In some worlds, maybe they never met. We need to check." So, they opened a new portal. This time, it led to a different dimension. They arrived in a world that was beautiful. No pollution, no war, everyone was happy.

With the stealth of a burglar and the heart of a Bollywood heroine, she slipped the speaker inside the shoe rack just beside the door, aimed the sound upward, and turned it on. She opened her phone, went to her “MORNING CHAOS” playlist, and tapped play. Suddenly, at 6:00 AM sharp, the entire upstairs room erupted with a full-volume: 🎶 “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar! Kaanta Lage Na Kankar!” 🎶 The bass shook the windows. She ran. Barefoot. Laughing. Anklets jingling like rebellious bells as she disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where her sleepy mother sipped chai and muttered, “This house is cursed.”

Prologue: The Catastrophes of War. Third Person's Point of View. Blood could be foreseen everywhere. The shout was echoing as if it was the normal voice tweet of birds. Two swords colliding and develop a sound of blacksmith's enhancing weapon. All creatures are dying by the catastrophes of wars. One before dying wishing to be spared, while the other one before vanishing, wishing that someone will end this war. Warlocks, Wizards, Deity, Dryads, Elf, Werewolves, Faeries, and Harpies executing oneself's race.

Hermes's voice, though she could not see him anywhere. The Speedverse was the world where the gods and the Celestials lived, a planet far out in the cosmos—in another universe. It was actually at the epicenter—there was no other world like it, despite its existence in the multiverse. She could see beings going about their business. Some had wings. . .others were strong and big. . .others wore crowns on their heads. . .

he indicates a bench beside me, under a big cherry blossom tree, light pink petals laying in the bench. "What now?" I do as he says. He opens up his hands wide, looks like he's going to start a speech. "This place isn't something you expect from a normal world, but for some reasons I can't explain much about that either. But from how this was created, you can revive something you have lost from here, anything from anytime of your life." "Does 'anything' include a person?" He touches his head, ruffling up his hair, "Depends on situation. It might work on dead people as now, but it most probably won't work if you're just thinking to get back your ex boyfriend."