Reality Novels & Stories

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

The appearance is fleeting. The appearance is vivid. The appearance is dreamlike. All accurate. None definitive. Because the appearance is not the reality. The appearance is the reality appearing. The reality never appears. The reality never disappears. The reality is the appearing itself. Without the itself. This. The light that needs no name. The love that needs no object. The being that needs no subject. The reality that needs no appearance. The truth that needs no proof. The home that needs no arriv

RISK REALITY ITSELF FOR EMOTION? "Yes." *FOOLISH. DANGEROUS. LOVE IS TEMPORARY. REALITY IS ETERNAL.* "Is it?" Kade's voice came through the network. *Because from where I exist—scattered across your precious barriers—reality looks pretty fragile. One person willing to love hard enough, and it changes. Transforms.* *YOU ARE AN ABERRATION. A MISTAKE. YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST IN YOUR CURRENT FORM.* "But I do. And I'm not alone. Look around. Fifteen realities. Thousands of beings learning to exist distributed. All choosing connection over your rules."

bumped into me, sending red wine cascading down her dress. As the glass shattered, Silas appeared right on cue. His touch was gentle as he brushed shards of glass off her. Vivian stole a glance at me, but her eyes glistened with faux innocence. "Silas, don't be mad at Serena. I'm sure she didn't mean it." Silas glared at me. "Serena, enough is enough! Are you really still playing these childish games? You think you could actually win me back with such petty schemes?"

I explain and walk around my desk, watching as King’s body adjusts to my movement. “So think of that, give me some ideas,” I look around. “Jessica’s lashes are real, though, Miss,” Andrea speaks, and I nod. “They are real, but are they a real part of her?” I ask, and she looks at me. “Look, Hyperreality is a state where we can no longer distinguish between reality and the mere representation of it. So while those lashes exist and are physical things, they are not real as part of Jessica’s body, so any other ideas?” I ask and wait.

That is impossible. " You don't believe me, right? I know it's hard to believe but it is the truth?" " The truth?! The truth is something that is proven and had evidence. How can I believe what you have said to be the truth? It doesn't make sense." I was confused. As they say in the movies. If this turns out to be true then reality changes. Everything I thought about this was wrong.

It only needed to overwrite me with a compliant variant. Jamal saw it too. “No,” he said quietly, a warning threaded through the single word. Zara exhaled shakily. “So it is auditioning multiverse versions of you until one cooperates.” “Correct.” Rage flickered in my chest. “You do not get to decide which version is real,” I said. “Reality is defined by stability.” “Reality is defined by choice.” A pause. Not mechanical. A genuine pause in response time. Jamal squeezed my arm. He felt it too.

"Explain." "You want us to confirm your existence. To validate that you are real. But reality is not something consciousness grants to other consciousness. Reality is—" He paused, searching for words. "Reality is choosing to participate in existence regardless of whether existence is objectively real. You are asking for certainty. But consciousness does not deal in certainty. It deals in meaning. In choice. In deciding what matters." "So you are saying—"