Realistic Fantasy Novels & Stories

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.

I shut the door and go to my bed to lay down. Creator guide us. I close my eyes and I immediately feel the shift between realities. It's a heavy feeling that soon overtakes me. When I open my eyes again I'm standing on the realm bridge. The realm bridge is as busy as ever with jumpers walking along it and a few of them jumping off it. If only they knew what was going to go down tonight. "There you are," Ri says popping up behind me. "I was starting to think that he already took you."

To her surprise she wasn’t shocked to be speaking to an animal but she wondered in her heart what this could mean? “Am I dreaming?” she asked. “Not exactly.” Well then am I dead? Dead? What does that even mean? What is death? Can conscience be killed? Can someone’s passions and dreams be silenced? Who you are can’t be stopped. She replied. Our life can’t be stopped it only takes another form. She then asked her how she got here. Well she told her “I’m not really sure about that?” There are many ways to our world and many reasons people are brought here. Some come after death. Some are brought here in flashes because the pain of their own world. Some have a very special purpose I was promised

“Like conjuring the reality before creation was the best place to go to? Why couldn’t you just go back in time yourself and see it for yourself?” “Come on Elly, you know that even if I wanted to, without you, it’s next to impossible. Come on, please. Just this once”, he said stretching out his left hand on the table. She stared at him for a while, not knowing whether to bluntly decline, or conform to what he asked. She needed some rest too you know. Maybe one of the Euphoria realms wasn’t such a bad idea. So in one swift move, she placed her ringed hand into his, and then all of a sudden, time stopped, and reality gradually began to change. They both watched as the image of the bar itself gr

In fact he doesn’t care about anything else now. “This is what you always wanted, why come back to your world,” a voice speaks in Van’s ear. Whose voice is it? But he’s right. Why he should go back to a world where he is seen as a weirdo if he could become what he dreams here. “But this is not real, just fanciful illusions,” another voice speaks in Van’s head. Yes, he might be fooling himself that this is the real him. Wake up Van and stop dreaming! “Yet reality hurts. Come and dwell in your fantasy where you are free of your earthly woes,” the first voice replied.