The World As I Found It Novels & Stories

"You look stunning. Just keep everything you're wearing now; Trish has plenty." The three of them walked into the bedroom, continuing to sift through my clothes and jewelry. I lay back on the sofa, feeling my breathing become more difficult. My skin started to itch, and soon small red rashes began to appear. "Help..." I murmured, but none of them seemed to notice anything was wrong. Actually, Vivian noticed, but she only flashed me a sly smile. My vision started to blur, and soon everything went dark.

“I just have never felt this way about anyone in my life. It scares me to death. I never thought I would connect with anyone on the level I connect with you on. I just need you to promise me, no matter what. You never keep me in the dark about anything. It has to be us against the problem always and never the problem dividing us.” He is holding my hand now and he lifts it to his lips. “I promise, it's you and me against the world.”

That time I really wanted to see the world again. I became happy. "I can't see and feel that world anymore." A world that "I" can't only appreciate. "That future." But in this world? "This is my room where I can sleep happily." The best place to stay. "In this past." I met Nero's. I met the Mamo's. I met Butt. I met Breast. I met Dick. I met Crep. I met the Devil's. I met Anus. I met the real God's.

My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!" She looked startled for a second, then feigned innocence, using her most manipulative tone: "Jane, what nonsense are you talking about? Please don’t misunderstand." "I was just talking about the World Cup tickets, I didn’t mean anything else." I emphasized every syllable, reiterating: "I am just here for the pillow!" Her expression was intriguing. Suddenly, as if remembering something: "I know where it is. Follow me." I followed her into the third room. The room was set up as a luxurious cat sanctuary.

“Look around you. See what you have wrought.” “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice trembling, and when I blink again, the forest is gone and my heart drops. “What… I don’t remember any of this!” A world of ash and fire unfolds before my eyes. The disaster left behind a scene of complete devastation, with cities in ruin, landscapes desolate and charred, and people's faces twisted in agony. A world reduced to nothing by my hands, according to this beast, yet I have no memory of it.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. - Iris Murdoch 13 November, 3:25 am I entered the room and the first thing I saw was red. Red on the carpet, floor, red on the bedsheet and red on the lifeless body lying on the bed. My legs couldn’t hold me up any longer and I collapsed. There on the bed was my friend, my sister, my only spark of hope in this dark world, Liza.

Have him die so we can be secure? Ignatius looked at her. "If he becomes the world, Krishna, what do we do when the world shatters again?" She did not answer. The next morning, the world shattered. It started in silence a hush so profound even the wind took breath. Then, suddenly, the fields exploded in color. Trees came into bloom, grass glimmering gold, water shining bright as fire. The city beat wildly, its rhythm pounding. The people shouted out not in fear, but in wonder.

There, they discovered my corpse, burned beyond recognition. When the rescue workers carried my corpse outside, everyone at the scene took in a sharp breath. I could barely believe that it was me. The blackened corpse was contorted in a fighting stance. The corpse was bloated from decay, and years of abandonment and vaporized experimental drugs further corroded the already unsightly corpse. The foul stench of the severely decayed corpse was impossible to endure. Some members of the staff threw up on the spot and fled the scene with reddened eyes.

’ he couldn’t make sense of anything else. Asher scanned the rest of the frame for any other writings, he found the only other one at the top of the frame rightunder the carving of a tree whose branches ran across the whole frame, intertwining with other carvings. He squinted at it trying to make out the words. He had to leave to grab a flashlight then come back. He pointed the light at the words, they read; ‘Iwlenfy iy fhi dgpeab’, “The Dimension Of Dreams” He said out in english. A sudden bout of dizziness hit and he grabbed his head with his left hand as he was still holding onto the flashlight.

Under my heart, the child presses toward it like a compass needle. I came to the bottom of the world looking for a cage. The gate opens inward.