Real Life Novels & Stories

"Like we’ve cut ourselves off from the 'real' world?" He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a clarity that silenced any lingering doubt. "The 'real' world is whatever you give your time to. If you give your time to noise, noise is real. If you give your time to this—to the soil, to the water, to us—then this is the real world. Everything else is just static."

"This is real." **

They were "Engaging." "We call it 'Reality Plus,'" Smith explained. "It’s a world where you can do anything, as long as it stays within the 'Community Guidelines.' No hunger, no war, no pain. Just a perfect, eternal afternoon. Isn't that better than the 'Nothing' you were looking for?" "It's a lie," I said.

She wasn't entirely sure how to ask but took a deep breath and opened her mouth. "I would really like to take a bath. I feel so dirty. At my pack there was a stream I was allowed to use and wash my clothes in. Is there somewhere I can do that here?" Even with all the kindness she had been shown, Annalise was wary. Kindness could be used as a weapon to trick her. "A stream?! Anna, there's a bathroom right there. Why would you..." Etta trailed off, realisation dawning on her. "Ofcourse you can. Everything here is yours to use freely." She spoke softly and squeezed Annalises hand reassuringly.

Ron: don't worry, when you get to go out you come tell me and we go out Me: okay ... Ron: well I'm going Me: where are you going?! Ron: I'm going to work Me: did you find a new job?! Ron: no I always have the same one but at night and on weekends I am a driver for a guy like that Me: he pays you well?! Ron: double what I do in my other job! Me: great! Ron: well I'll let you I have to go I would have liked so much for him to stay, I feel less alone when he is with me, have discussed everything except my illness, that's what I like with my brother, with my parents our topics of conversation turn around my illness and nothing else, it stuffs me.

Lit up the dust motes dancing in the air. From downstairs came the sounds of street vendors. Children laughing. Cars passing. Real life. Right there. "Look at them. Living their lives. Crying and laughing over love and loss." "The floor you're standing on. The air you're breathing. The food you eat. Which one of these is virtual?" I turned around. Backlit by the sun. "Your heartbeat is real. Your tears are real. Pain is real. Love is real." "How are we paper characters?" "And even if we weren't? How do you know your 'real world' isn't just a book from a higher dimension?"

Holy shit. ​

Roseanne West Never in my life.. I've even thought that someone will successfully break all my walls. I made this invisible walls around me to protect myself from being hurt. People come and go.. and that's reality, I know that but.. I never imagined that it would be so easy to break it. This is why I always avoid people trying to get close to me because I know there's a possibility that they can break my walls easily and then leave me.