Parallel Reality Stories Novels & Stories

Emma felt it clearly now. There was no baseline reality anymore. No “real” against which other possibilities could be measured. Only overlapping, equally active versions of existence. Ethan spoke softly. “…Emma, it feels like everything is branching endlessly.” Emma responded. “It is.” A pause. “But nothing chooses a final path anymore.” Silence. The structure beyond reality flickered again. The eye now resembled infinite overlapping reality streams, each fully formed yet incompatible with the others, none able to resolve into singular perception. The voice returned.

On the day I turned 22, a mysterious polling page suddenly appeared in our home. [Would you trade the life of Amelia Silverstone for Rosamund Silverstone, who survived in a parallel world?] My parents voted "Yes." They said I had only been born because my sister died in an accident. I owed her this. The poll then appeared on Caelan Jackman's phone. I held my breath as I watched my boyfriend. We had been together for five years. Rosamund had saved his life back then, but if he would just say "no," I felt like I would still have one last reason to hold on. After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke. "This is just a test. She saved my life. I have to help her." He chose "Yes." [All

Not a promise they had made. A promise the life they had built had made to them, the specific quality of a life arranged so that both of them could be doing the right work simultaneously, so that neither of them had to accommodate the other's right work at the cost of their own, so that the parallel structure was not a compromise but a genuine doubleness, two people each at full capacity in the same flat at the end of the same Thursday. That was rare. She had not known, when she had stood at a window

“Yes.” “I think my thoughts are starting to arrive without order.” A pause. Then Adrian replied. “So are mine.” Silence. That confirmation should have been alarming. Instead, it felt expected. Anna exhaled slowly. “So even cognition is no longer linear.” “Yes,” Adrian said. A pause. “It is parallelizing under load.” Silence. Anna stopped walking again. The environment remained stable for a moment. Then slightly destabilized when attention loosened. She corrected it immediately. Her jaw tightened slightly.

Is it possible? I flipped it to other pages and I saw the black and white coloured illustrations and it looks like a world or the said parallel world. " With all our life, we believed that we are the only phenomenon living in this world. But as what your elders told you about fairy folk tales, the world is full of mysteries that only few people can discover. And it's you to believe it or not." As I read the first paragraph, it triggers me to continue reading the rest part. " One of the unidentified and unproven mysteries is the Parallel Universe. Have you encountered people you already know for long but suddenly acted like they don't know the world? Like they keep asking questions you knew t

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Some people said that it might be the scene from a production film, but the image of the battlefield was there for six hours. Then, a scientist proposed the concept of parallel worlds. They said that time had been in disorder, so they had seen the ancient battlefield. Was there really a parallel world? If so, what was the Waverly in the parallel world doing? Had she met Lenold? If she hadn't, she would tell that Waverly to not save Lenold and live a good life with Bernald instead. She would lead a different life. Although it would be an ordinary life, they would be happy and cozy.

It made him wonder if there was a problem, or if the demon was planning something bad for him. It was not the first time. Anderson had noticed it the first time but paid it no mind. Although he had only been to two worlds and he could not properly confirm, it felt like a system upgrade. The type, flow and grade of the story seemed different each time. The amount of time he spent in the first world differed vastly compared to the second he went to. He had spent a much longer time entering the second world compared to the first, although not by much. Anderson did not care about all that. He was only afraid Suit was setting up something crazy.

Verity shrugged. “Right. Wordswood is that museum,” I said. Verity contemplated me with silence. “That museum wasn’t in some hidden alley, or some unlocated location. It was spread across Wordswood. Yes, as fictional as it may sound, but there is a whole another world operating parallel to our world, and it is hidden and it is expanding every second.” “A place that big? Where is it hidden?” “Inside the books,” I said, leafing through another book. Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest.