My Imaginary Friend Show Novels & Stories

Shawn Mendes - Imagination I'm sorry it's more narrative than conversation. I want to tell you how they feel. Sorry if it's getting boring. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

He mumbled, and took a pause, “Actually you're right, it's my favorite show since I was a kid I know it's crazy expecting the impossible from a show that was over years ago, but that was because I was hoping that the ending would be different, why was the little boy always alone at the end, the movie resonate so much with me

Laura turns her head to the side, and a thoughtful expression graces her face. “The name is escaping me. I know it’s a girl, and she’s super crazy. She would talk to, like, imaginary people, which isn’t that uncommon in here, right?” Laura laughs at her joke, but my stomach churns. “She’s been here for some months now. Pretty much keeps to herself…..what was her name?”

Ares smiled. He and Andy heard of these friends for the first time last month. They think they are just imaginary friends that Elara created since she’s so lonely sometimes. Ares was worried maybe it was something that only she could see, but when he looked into the future he saw nothing. He assumed it was fine, and she was safe. Little does he know that Icarus and Lief are anything but imaginary. “Play with your friends, sweetheart. Tell them they can stay for dinner if they want.” Andy smiled down, thinking she was being sweet by playing along. If only she knew the truth.

He didn’t answer. But his eyes widened. “You saw our messages. You saw the name ‘Fatcat Cook.’ You didn’t know what it meant, thought it was a person. You were afraid that person knew something, so when you came back, you tested me.” His lips moved slightly. “You wanted to know who Fatcat Cook was. “You looked for him for a long time, didn’t you? You couldn’t find him because he doesn’t exist.” I leaned forward slightly, through the glass and divider, I held his gaze and said it, “Fatcat Cook… is me.”

ELIZA : Nope, I’m dead serious about this, let’s be friends SIRIUS : Tch, you can’t be serious about this, be friends with the boy that’s known as the most troublesome amongst the eighth graders, don’t try to make a fool out of me, I know your game ELIZA : But I’m not trying to fool you in any way, I just want to be your friend, what’s so wrong with that??

“She’s… my imaginary friend.” Elara gasped like someone had just told her Christmas was real and lived in her attic. “She’s mine too! I told my mom imaginary friends still exist, but she never believes me…she just pretends like she does. But thank God someone else sees her!” Fate’s laugh came out soft and amused. She had chosen the form of a six-year-old on purpose. She could’ve been anything…older, younger, glowing, terrifying, invisible. But she liked this. This made them comfortable. This made them open their hearts.

his eyes peered over his arms. "Because real friends like each other, that's all." I touched my finger to his nose "You know, once, a long time ago, I knew a little boy who also had a lot of toys, but few friends. He thought people would only like him for the pretty, expensive things he had. And maybe some people would actually want to be with him just because of that. But they weren't his real friends. Then, one day, his mother and his nanny taught him a very valuable lesson: if he wanted to make real friends, he should show them who he really was, not what he had." “And what happened to him?” Theodore moved a little closer to me, interested.

"I never had an imaginary friend. Assy was real, and he was the only one who cared for me after Mom. You were only devoted to Lunar Crest and serving the alpha like a great Beta." "Luna!" "Father!" She retorted. "Assy is going to come back." Her Dad pretended to understand. "He will never come back. It's been years, Luna. He never existed; you only imagined him because you were lonely." "I was lonely, I admit, but Assy taught me how to manage it. I can be alone and still have a great friend." "A friend that only comes at night? I could only hear your giggling; I thought you "Father, don't start," She interrupted, not wanting to delve into that topic.

"It's all good actually. I just need more practice and I'll be fine." "I hope so," Emily added. "Your career depends on it." "Hey, Em, can you quit scaring her with your office presentation ghost stories," Nicky added, cutting in and coming to my rescue. "We should be encouraging her and there are much more interesting and questions to ask her like, what about the housewarming party." There was a cheer around the table and I felt my heart surge with warmth. This was why I had such great friends. I was glad that I met them when I did.