Romans & histoires The Trash Of A Fantasy

"Well, I lost interest in him when his family declared bankruptcy. I suppose I can let you have him. We were best friends, after all. If you beg me, I might even consider asking my boyfriend to introduce someone to you. I can guarantee that he'll have a brighter future than this pauper." I couldn't help myself and burst into laughter. Winona truly was a fool. Didn't she know that a starving camel was still bigger than a horse? How could she think that someone from new money could compete with the Lowen family's generations of resources and connections? Meanwhile, Hunter was staring at the mark on my neck. A salacious smile stretched across his lips as he asked, "So, you're Winona's best frie

It looked at me, and its eyes cleared, just for a heartbeat. Thank you, it mouthed. Then it pushed itself upright, turned, and ran into the trees. Kael watched it go, jaw tight. “You’re going to regret that.” “Probably,” I said. “But not today.” The clearing was a mess: blood, broken sticks, and the smell of fear. Jax leaned on Cass, his complexion pale. “What the hell were those things?” he asked. Cass shook her head. “Exile magic. Old Growth gone wrong. Marek’s making an army out of the erased.”

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

The weapons that had exceeded a certain range would be corroded right away, whereas the more advanced magical ones couldn’t cross the boundary at all. Alex snickered, “Do you really think that the Wastelands are completely ruined? Do trash and cannon fodder like you try to run to our land, hoping to acquire opportunities with the scrap metal in your hands? What were you thinking? Say it. Where did you meet our people? Otherwise, all of you have to die.”

It looked like giants had been at play, it was just simply hard to define the damage seen in any other manner of context. The place, town, city whatever you wanted to call it was completely broke up. There were armored vehicles of a sort that I had never seen with their gun turrets completely twisted off and hurled into the sides of buildings. Planes of alien looking design lay tossed about like broken up Lego blocks and any number of other riffraff of items that could only be described as futuristic were strewn across the ground or sticking out of buildings. The ship made way for an open docking spot along the wharf. It had been a while since the carnage that could be viewed everywhere had

The crunchy feeling of the well cooked duck… But suddenly…the taste, the smell and the nature of what I was eating changed… What the hell…what is this weird feeling… Curious to know what I was actually eating, I used my [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] on the food that was on the plate… It wasn’t food… What appeared in front of me was not consumable… Rather than the beautiful and tasty duck…it was a spoiled meat…covered in parasites and foul? Upon seeing its true nature…the illusion broke and the horrendous smell and taste made me puke… I threw it all up… forcing myself to puke using my space magic to drag the trash out of me… I can’t believe this… Why am I going through all of this! JUST WHY! Fo