Reality Bender の小説・ストーリー

The screen lit up instantly with the evidence I'd prepared in advance. Footage of Linda threatening me. Footage of her pushing me into the pool. On the massive screen, every move she made looked grotesque in high definition. Full surround sound filled the room as her framing act played back, clumsy, unconvincing, impossible to deny. Mom's face went rigid. Jason looked like he'd been hit by a truck. Linda recovered quickly. "These are AI-generated. I didn't do any of this."

“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?”

In the year 1720, Benders came into existence in the human world. They were violent creatures, venting out their anger on humans. According to the legends, Benders came from an alternate universe, through a magical cave. They were called Viatores. They promised redemption but it was false as they evolved into ferocious beasts, whom humans dreaded. Their species hurt humans for years, until research out that Mercury weakens them. But unlike the natural Mercury, this metallic substance was found in the cave that linked them to earth. A cave that couldn't be weakened or destroyed by any earthly weapons.

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.

she said, reaching out and gently brushing the snowflakes from my hair. She continued, "Come on. Let's head back, or Grandma will start worrying." When we returned to the Xavier residence, Dorothy had already prepared hot ginger tea to ward off the cold. As I held the cup, surrounded by the Xavier family's warmth, I felt a glimmer of hope for the future for the first time. Perhaps letting go of the past and starting fresh wasn't such a bad thing, after all. On New Year's Eve, fireworks blazed outside, illuminating the entire night sky. The deafening sound rose and fell in waves. I stood by the window, feeling strangely disoriented, as if I were in another lifetime.

My hands trembled as I peeled back the tape. Within the box were three parenting guides, a remote-controlled car, a toy pistol, and several boxes of prenatal vitamins. I knew each item well, particularly the books, frayed at the corners from repeated reading. One of the car's wheels was missing. I pulled out the wheel I had found in the gap between the mattress and the bed frame and compared it to the others. It matched perfectly. The child that had lived in the depths of my mind had been entirely imagined. A sudden knock on the door startled me. I wiped my face, composed myself, and opened it.

And at the center of it all, unmistakable even in the poor lighting, was Beck Ryder. My stomach dropped. Not again. I kept talking. Something about affordable housing, about student rights. My voice sounded normal. Steady. Like my hands weren't shaking. Like I wasn't watching the video loop again, and again, and again. Beck's face contorted with rage, his fist raised, another student-athlete crumpling against the concrete.

' she asked looking at me questionably as seems to judge my maturity level. I don't know how I can explain the thing I saw that day on those snowy mountains. I can't even tell if it was real or just my imagination but that feeling of being stared at was too real to be a child's imagination. So, calling it an alien for now is good enough. I was never good in the area of romance. Every time I look at boys around me instead of love I feel disgust. May be alien is my choice. I grabbed the towel and entered shower having a good relaxing shower finally brought my mind at peace. Its the only place where I can get some 'my time' or so what I thought. Just when I was thinking of peace she called agai

He let go of my hand, and then played with his fingers. "Dreanna constantly saved me from the shallow of loneliness. She was the sunshine in my colorless world. Dreanna changed my life's meaning, giving me hope from my mother's flame of wrath." My eyes widen in disbelief. Mother? What did Mrs. Collins do to him? "You see, you only know me as Reese Collins. But, there's a more depth story of me that you didn't know, Erina. I am not just the Reese Collins people painted on---"