My Imaginary Friend Show Novels & Stories

And there, tucked into her shoulder, is Maya—my best friend—the same woman who once declared that “platonic cuddling is a scam invented by virgins.” A little part of me wants to back out and pretend I didn’t see this. But the bigger part? Oh, it’s standing here like I just walked into an episode of a soap opera where they forgot to cue the dramatic music. There’s a movie playing in the background and when I turn to look at the screen, of all things, I find familiar little blue people from ‘The Smurfs’ staring back at me. I can’t help the soft snort that escapes me. Out of all the ways I imagined finding my best friend, this is not one of them.

“I love you.” “I love you too. Now go to sleep. You have a community center to run.” I laughed—the first real laugh in days. “Goodnight, Ethan.” “Goodnight, Mia.” That night, I dreamed about Ava. We were back in her childhood bedroom, sitting on the floor, painting our nails. She was laughing at something I’d said, her head thrown back, her eyes bright. “I miss you,” I said. “I know.” “Do you think we’ll ever be friends again?”

“ From that day onwards, the boy and I met up with each other at the amusement park every Saturday and in no time we became very good friends. Things went well until one day I didn't see him at the park. I was worried and hoped he'd come back but he never did. I cried for days until I was slowly able to forget him. My parents probably noticed this change as they stopped taking me to the park and so we had picnics by the beach instead. But it was not the same. ” “ Um. What was the name of the boy? ” Joseph inquired, maintaining eye contact with her. “ His name was — Wait, his name was Joseph. ” “ Okay. What did he look like? ” “ He had dark curly hair. His eyes were — ” Mira covered her mout

Isabella laughed a little at the friends on the television, and Mercy laughed, too, because she realized she was supposed to. After they finished their sandwiches, Isabella took the plates back into the kitchen and Mercy decided to change the channel to see if something better was on. She really had no idea what kind of shows she might like. Flipping through the channels the way that August had shown her, she saw all kinds of things. Some were in black and white, which was strange. Others were drawings. She tried to watch each one for a few moments to see if it was interesting before changing the channel. She stopped on a channel where there was a drawing of a little girl talking to a monkey

I know she is not from here because it is my first time to see her. “W-Who are y-you?” I ask. She smiles at me as she answers, “So now you can see me.” while she sits erect on Talinda's bed. “A-Are y-you… a g-g-ghost? L-Like C-C-Casper?” She laughs happily at me, “Casper is not real. It’s a mythical character from a movie, silly.” “S-So wha-what a-are y-you?” “I’m your friend.” She smiles.

he smiles walking back over to the desk. I lay back on the sofa with my eyes closed and try to think back, I know my first name was Yasmin, all I need to know is my last name that's not so hard......I think. I was sat on a blanket in the middle of a huge garden, having what looked like a tea party with some teddy bears, I was giving them drinks and cakes laughing, when behind me I could hear voices. "Isn't that Lukas and Melissa's daughter?" a male voice asks, who's voice I knew so well but couldn't figure out who it belonged to.

Shit Witch, I don’t care that she has a real name to me she will always be Shit Witch, dumped me here without anything. Though if this is my mind, why can’t I manifest things? I mean, all things are possible if you believe. And I’m in my mind, the Shit Witch is just imposing her magic on it to keep me here. So by all rights, I can make things change to suit my wants, needs, and desires.

To get paid to hang out with your boss and do stuff that normal friends do. "Fine! I'll tell him to meet us up for lunch." said Matthew, pulling out his cellphone from his pocket. I rolled my eyes and quietly mumbled "Oh great. Now he's calling his Imaginary friend." "I heard that!" scowled Matthew narrowing his eyes. Imaginary Mikey here we come.

"Shut up! Shut your mouth! You don't have a father! He's not your father!" "But mummy you once showed his picture and you told me he's my Daddy" "Not anymore. Amir don't let me pass my aggressive side on you. Leave my sight...NOW!!!" How dare him! How dare him showed up again? I tried! I tried my best to forget about him! I went through a lot just because of him! And just when I'm at the verge of succeeding then he decide to show up? Wow! Wow AbdulRasheed Muhammad,you've got some nerves don't you?

I replied. "If I were there right now, I'd start by whispering all the filthy things I'd do to you… then I'd— " I giggled. "What funny things did your imaginary friend tell you this time?" I jumped, nearly throwing my phone into the stew. Pierce stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching me like I'd just summoned baphomet. "N-Nothing!" I blurted, quickly switching my screen to the home page. "Just… a game!"