Reality Fragment Novels & Stories

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

Jis per hamari aankh ne Moti lutaye raat bhar Bheja wohi kagaz tujhe Hamne likha Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. This was the last straw and I could not control my tears... They started flowing non stop. He stopped the car abruptly. " Oh God !! Maurvi why are you crying? What happened ? Did I say something? Please stop crying. " " Oh I just became emotional after hearing that gazal. I am sorry. I am an emotional fool. " I tried to Smile.

But now well now she was back. As the reality and pain of the “real” world had set in she began to panic. Then she closed her eye and began to picture the world she had just witnessed with its beauty, and peace. It calmed her. She longed to go back. She longed to return to that sweet place. But how?

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

In it, the largest carrier out of everything, my firearms, big and small, my hand combat weapons, my trusty edibles, some cigarettes, a bit of alcohol- To sum it up, my version therapy. Aka, avoiding your problems by slowly killing your insides! I groaned out in frustration as I pulled out my phone and began passing the time on it, bored out of my mind but my attention was brought up to the attractive as fuck sports car that had abruptly pulled up in front of me. I might've been drooling at the beast of a car in front of me but I quickly looked back to my phone when the tinted window rolled down.

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 couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

" _*]:min-w-0" The magic surged in response, but differently than before. Instead of exploding outward, it flowed through me like water finding channels. I could feel the fractured reality, sense where physics had broken and spaces had overlapped impossibly. _*]:min-w-0"> "There," I said, opening my eyes. "I can see the damage patterns. Now I just need to reverse them." _*]:min-w-0"> "How?" _*]:min-w-0"> "By willing reality back to its original state. Intention made manifest through directed power." I reached out, touching the nearest fractured building. "Like this."

The moment the bottle of wine hit the floor, it was as if everything froze. A dull thud echoed as it struck the marble, immediately followed by the sharp crash of glass shattering, cutting through the silent hallway like a blade. Dark reddish-purple wine surged across the floor like a rushing current, spreading rapidly and winding into distorted patterns. The tiny shards of glass refracted the lights above coldly, resembling a spill of crushed diamonds—beautiful yet sharp enough to cut. Cheryl stood rooted to the spot, her fingertips still carrying the hollow sensation of letting go. Her arms hung by her sides, curling unconsciously.

Then, she turned to me guiltily and whispered, "I'll… I'll buy you another one next time." I nodded indifferently. I'd heard her make promises like that countless times and never seen her follow through. … At the photography studio, Marcus went first and even took several photos with Jessica. When it was my turn with her, the photographer raised his camera but awkwardly lowered it again. "Oops. Sorry, but I'm all out of film." I secretly cheered, but kept a straight face, saying calmly, "Oh. Forget it, then." As we left the studio, Jessica pulled a train ticket from her pocket and handed it to me. It was a standing-room-only ticket to Lisbeth, departing in four days.