Realidad Novels & Stories

The one which she had ended her life before she even thought of living. But they were vague because she was slowly sinking deep into her reality. Reality was something of the present. And for all she knew, it was relative. Something verified to exist. Not influenced by wishes or hope, dreams, beliefs, illusions or even imaginations. "What?! Cat got your tongue this time around huh?!" Zaria scorned.

He asked me: - Ria, why would you want to give up your life? I don't know why, but I have a strong belief that I have a great chance to convince Rio. I immediately replied: - I'm not giving up on life, Rio. I just chose to live another life. - What other life is there? It's just a virtual world you created yourself, Ria. - What is real, what is virtual? Which car I sit in will move at the same speed as that car. In what world I exist, that world is real to me.

I feel like I’m going crazy… “And today, I had an entire conversation with someone who wasn’t there,” I exasperate. Saying it aloud makes it all the more real. I was talking to a hallucination. Revel doesn’t exist, with that snarky tone, silvery eyes and tattoos. “Are you sure they weren’t real?” Julian asks. I consider that for a moment. “Well, someone caught me talking to myself. Either this Revel guy has amazing disappearing abilities, or he doesn’t actually exist. I think I’m going to go with the latter.”

’ I could hear Kaori-nee's mother's voice from earlier in the day. I haven’t made a difference, damn it! I haven’t… I’ve done nothing. Switching off the stove, I sank to my knees right where I stood. What was the point of getting so emotional about it all? I just had to face this reality. Most may call this ‘giving up’ but… I had my limits too. I was worn out. I was exhausted. I felt like a shrivelled-up dried resin. I’d done my best. I just wasn’t good enough.

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

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.

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

“So what, pieces of her are scattered across reality or something?” No one laughed. Because no one could confidently say no. Elena stepped closer to Ama again. She looked at her carefully. Not at her face this time. At her presence. “It’s been happening since the first message,” Elena said. Ama frowned. “What has?” Elena hesitated. “Small alignments.” A pause. “Moments where reality reacts to you.” Arthur’s eyes widened slightly. “That would explain the prediction instability.” Naomi nodded. “And the memory overlap cases.”

“Fond. What a wonderfully lukewarm word.” “I beg your pardon?” “Fondness.” Mariselle leaned back against the cushions. “It’s what people settle for when they can’t have what they truly want. Comfortable, reliable fondness.” “Fondness can grow into deeper feeling, given time,” Willa said. “Can it?” Mariselle studied him with disconcerting directness. “Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.”

Beyond everything. "Then how? How do we fight?" With truth, the Seeker said. With reality itself. They're trying to enter. To become. But they don't understand reality. Don't understand existence. Don't understand what it means to be. You do. You're connected. You're real. Use that. Use your understanding. Your connection. Your reality against their void. That's weapon. That's answer. That's only way. I tried to understand. Tried to grasp it. "What does that mean? How do I use reality? How do I"