Quotes On Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

“Prototypes created by prototype. Performances of authenticity descended from performance of authenticity. None of us are real. We’re just designs pretending so well we fooled even ourselves.” Reality is celebrating that the Architect approved continued existence. But I’m standing in eternal space learning everything I am is designed performance. And I don’t know if that revelation destroys me or if even my response to revelation is designed. The Architect created me to believe I escaped design. And I believed it perfectly. That’s the most terrifying truth of all.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Harlow tells her. Wait? She's going to be placed in the empty room between Dom and I? Yea, I am certainly fucked. To be continued. This is the end of No Escape Book 1. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day. Book 2 will be up in the next few weeks.

"I went away in my head, into the book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible." His remarks struck a chord with me for a reason. Is it possible to escape reality? I was perplexed as to why he was acting in this manner.

far away to a place that she dreamed of but didn't exists, away from failed dreams and boring routines. At least when she went far away from home she could take off the different masks and hats she wore to adapt to the kind of lifestyle she didn't dream of having, but ended up going with the flow instead of going against the current. The only outlet she had was a blog she had and, a couple of stories she wrote not escape from reality, but make sense of it.

“I have a couple of outlines as well. You can be possessive of me, but not in public.” “I’ll try my best but I make no promises.” He smirks at me. “And you have to stay in your box. You can’t try and cross into other areas of my life.” “My box? What?” “I keep my life separate by compartmentalising. Each area has a box. When I’m I a certain area of my life, the box lid is taken off and everything can fill my brain. When I’m done with that area, everything is neatly packed away and the lid is put on so it doesn’t spill into other areas. You fall into my social life. Please don’t try escape and jump into other areas.”

He finally realized that I was serious! "Cecilia… left?" he muttered in a daze. Panic washed over him. A wave of unprecedented, crushing panic engulfed him in an instant. "No!" Alexander shoved his chair aside and rushed out of the office like a madman!

My reflection looks composed, Chin lifted, face perfect and shoulders straight but inside…. Am a mess! Inside I am counting exits. Distance, Speed, time. Is it too late for me to make my escape now? They’ve finally gotten what they wanted by profiting off me, so when I do escape they shouldn’t come after me right? Or Could I open the door at this velocity? Would I survive the fall? Would it matter if I did? No! There’s no running from an organization that owns half the country, there’s no running from an organization that has you shackled like a prisoner.

"This is not real. You should wake up. If you die here, you will never be able to go back to the real world. You will be living in an illusion" How do you know that? "It doesn't matter. Run! The way to out. The way out of your illusions. The way out of your dreams. Accepting the reality. RUN ZIA. RUN" I stood up immediately. This is not Will. It's just my imagination. It's just my--- "Ahh...are you about to run? I like that" He said as he licked his below lip. This is not Will. I started running. "Don't get caught now easily, my rabbit" He started running back

Nikki's POV The leaves below my feet were crushing, scrunching as if they were announcing to the world that I am trying to escape. Escape from the reality of my life! Sometimes life throws you in such situations where you don't understand what to do next? The point where you want to go in the past and change your decision but you can't is the point where you want to run, run away from everything, even from oneself. This is exactly what I am doing right now!

because that meant it could break. “I introduce reality,” I said. the words steady. because that was the truth. the real one. the one it couldn’t control. the one it couldn’t remove. the space snapped. violent. everything shifting. everything changing again. because now it wasn’t removing meaning. It was countering it.