Remember Reality Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

“No. Not really. Only the once I know are remembered vividly.” “I actually didn’t have any dreams that were that vivid. Maybe that’s why it’s very memorable.” “Be careful though. Sometimes, dreams could influence our ability to identify reality from the superficial. You must be quick and smart enough to truly know when it’s no longer realistic. And when it is.” “Wow. You are filled with all these good quotes today. What did you eat for breakfast?” “Some bagels.” He said leaving the shop at the same time. Just in time, Lance came in as Mr. Bailey left.

Nonetheless, his entire body was covered in injuries almost immediately. “Everything is an illusion.” He did not care about his injuries and continued moving forward. Not long after, he could no longer bear the attacks. As his injuries were too severe, he was forced to leave. Appearing outside the passage, he gritted his teeth and said, in pain, “This isn’t an illusion. It’s real. I can’t withstand it for long.” Mia said, “Perhaps this is why this place is scary. Being in an illusion, it’s impossible to know that one is one as the illusion world is the same as the real world.”

Sirrius thought for a moment and then said to Hana, "I can't say much now. But I have a warning for you. Reality and illusion are intimately interrelated." Sirrius left as soon as he finished speaking; Hana knew what Sirrius was trying to remind her of. And now Hana was sure that Sirrius knew about her. Remembering the illusions of Jackson and the beautiful woman, Hana thought wistfully.

Author's special: "Illusion is a choice, Either getting fooled or beating it with truth depends on you."-haru.

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.

"No, it wasn't, it was a prisoner. 'Cause all matters what happened to it at the beginning, at the moment it was born. All the things happen to us, to everything, are connected to the beginning, the very moment it began." Lynn stares at him steadily, thinking about the facts he just said. It can be true, can't it? You can only see what your creator wants you to see. Perhaps you will never truly know what's real or what's fake in this world. He heaves a sigh and steps front to his chair. "Oh, Lynn?" calls out Tom. "A guy dropped a message for you in morning. I asked his name, but he said you would know when you see his handwriting."

“My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?” My body turned limp when he said those words to me. Yeah, what if I was actually dead, and this is a dream? A dream that I wished was my reality. “An illusion so real, it feels like reality, but in truth, no one knows what reality actually is.” He said and my breath hitched as goosebumps ran thr

She has been seeing an illusion? “Enemies will not only be physically strong but they may know how to cast magic spells,” Polina continues. “So you must be prepared for everything. You will only get a split second to realize the difference between reality and illusions. That split second can save your life.” Roseanne is stupefied. She is still unable to fathom how the illusion works. Her legs are killing her and she has lost all strength. “Again!” Polina orders the girls. “Get into position and try to break my illusion!”

He doesn’t feel like a dream. But I’ve been wrong before. I press my palms to the counter, bracing as the apartment around me starts to dim. Walls soften into shadow. The couch, the photo, and even the scent of citrus begin to fade. All good things must come to an end. But even that wasn't good. I wonder if that was supposed to be a happy or a sad memory. Or maybe it was reality's way of keeping me back on my toes. I was happy with Alex, but even he betrayed me. Who then isn't capable of betrayal?

And over it all, Adrian’s voice whispered like a serpent. “This is what you fight for, isn’t it? A memory. A connection built on illusion. You think love is real here, inside a system made of lies?” Dream snarled, stepping forward. “Shut up.” Adrian turned his gaze to him, smirking. “You can’t silence the truth, Dream. You never could.” The ground fractured beneath us again. The illusion shattered, pixels breaking apart, the void bleeding back through the cracks. I fell to my knees, gasping for air that wasn’t even real. My body flickered, my hands fading in and out like static.