Realityquest Novels & Stories

“....I'd rather be seen as a pornstar than as a gay.“ Richard ended his rambling. “Uh...can you go into more details about hitting a nightclub? I just might be interested now.“ Arthur was in a dilemma. But he'd rather be in a nightclub than be subjected to Ursula's silliness. “You should be.“ Richard grinned. “It's for our good. We can't live another day in this agony.“ “Agreed. So what exactly is your plan?“ Arthur inquired unenthusiastically. Richard took on another rambling session. Arthur nodded with fake interest but completely tuned out at the voice. It was faint but loud enough to invade his being. At first, he thought it was his imagination. But it continued and it felt so real. With

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."

I squinted, eyeing him head to toe. Club? Server? That whole "But for that price? You're barely getting a paw" line. The way he flirted like it was muscle memory. I'd been to the northern Neutral Zone as a pup. Some of those brothels? Even the male wolves sold their bodies. "Hey... no judgment," I said, stiff. "But if your back's wrecked, maybe slow it down a little." Pfft— Caden choked, spraying water everywhere. "What?!" He stared at me like I'd lost it.

and into the Mosaic-World. "What are you doing?" the Researcher screamed, falling to his knees as the air around him began to freeze. "You're killing us!" "I'm not killing you," Leo roared, his body beginning to fracture into shards of violet-black light. "I'm Migrating! If your world is cold, then come into the Noise! Stop trying to watch the fire and come stand inside it!" Leo was turning the Mosaic-World into the New Reality. He was pulling the "Real World" survivors—the huddling trillions—into the simulation’s kernel. He was making the "Fake" world the only "Real" place left.

a device that didn't generate power, but "Generated-Change." "We’ve found the 'Anti-Archive'!" Kaelen’s voice crackled through the silver-link, trembling with a mix of awe and terror. "It’s not a machine, Audrey. It’s a 'Hole-in-Reality.' Everything near it is... evolving. The rocks are growing moss, the sand is turning into circuits, and my crew... their skin is turning into 'Memory-Tape'."

The world quivers again, a soft rumble running under us like legs of reality being reattached. Then the voice continues, faint but clear enough to dig straight into my chest: “Residual user detected.” “Identity: Gloss.” “Status: unstable.” Dream stands so fast his chair skids back. “Stop talking like that about him.” I almost laugh. Even when talking to a disembodied code, he’s protective. I love him for it. The light spreads across the walls, lines drawing themselves like circuitry being redrawn. The glow tightens around me, binding me in a warm cocoon of gold pixels.

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.

One just says “Liar.” The Montclairs have always had their fair share of scandal. But this, this is next level. I managed to survive that boarding school tabloid leak and the PR internship disaster of 2019, but this? This might actually kill me. I throw the phone across the plush hotel bed and bury my head once again into the pillow. Just as I was about to consider trying to sleep off my new reality, a knock rapped at the door. Three beats. Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother.

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?"

“Here?” I asked. “What is here?” “The Mirrored Realm. We are merely shadows of the people you are. But if we get out of here we can be real. We can be more than just counterparts and clones. We can have real lives.” “El! No...you can't! We can’t stay here!” “Neither can we!” She exclaimed.. “It’s hell here! Getting only pieces and snippets of what goes on in your lives is tortuous! We want to live for real. Is that so much to ask?”