The World As I See It Novels & Stories

"A lot of pain was felt that night. And I was not only sad- I was angry to the point I didn't view the world the same anymore. I went from having a vision of grey to seeing distinct colours that were treated based off of that." He looked away briefly seeming to contemplate his next set of words, "I know there's nothing I can say to assure you that this world will just accept you- or us based off who we are and not what we look like. I get why you feel the way you feel." “Lu-"

“But it happened.” Silence crashes between us. “You saw something,” she says. Not a question. A realization. “Yes.” Her breath shifts. Not controlled anymore. Not entirely. “What did you see?” she asks, quieter now, but no less intense. I hold her gaze. Long enough that she knows I’m not going to soften it. Not going to hide it. “Your world burning,” I say. Her expression doesn’t change. But something in her eyes does. Sharpens. Hardens.

"Because I don't want to let you go so now you're making up your own story?" Suddenly Yassi's eyes widened while looking at the prince. "You think I'm just making up my own story? Haven't you noticed from the first time we met until now that my speech and actions are different than the women here? Because I'm not really from this world. This world that what you think is not true but only a book was written by a great writer in my world and all of you here are just characters of this story. And that's why I am leaving your house to find the person who can help me to get out of the world it's a book. Because I want to go back to the real world. "

And then — light. A room. Filled with computers. Monitors. Weapons. "Welcome, brother." William stood in the center. Surrounded by screens. Each screen showed a city. London. Paris. Tokyo. New York. "In twenty-four hours," William said, "these cities will burn." "You're insane." "I'm free." "Free from what?" "Free from Henry. Free from his expectations. Free from his dreams." "So you're going to kill millions of people?" "I'm going to change the world."

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

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.

But as one car passed by and then he’s gone. Then it hit me, its happening again. It’s still raining, but I am all alone here. I looked up ant the sky was filled with glowing circles with some weird characters along them and geometrical figures appearing and disappearing, rockets flying and exploding, and I see people die! I see them cry and hear them plead! Airships! I see airships bombing- “Dude!” I snapped back to reality when Kev tapped me at my shoulders. I nearly lost my balance. “What’s wrong?” Aya asked.

I closed my eyes. “If you’re listening,” I said, voice steady despite the tremble in my chest, “then listen fully. I’m not calling you to submit. I’m calling you to understand. You sent versions of me to test me. You sent reflections, memories, and regrets. But I’m not a product of perfection. I’m a story of survival. And if you can’t accept that, then you’ll never understand this world.” The wind paused. Then the veil split—not with noise, but with absence. The world blinked. One moment, I was alone in the circle. Next, someone stood opposite me.

/ HEIDI / I’m not sure. Maybe it was ten minutes ago when the world paused and all that surrounded me started to scream numb and calm. I blink as I imagine the elastics I’m stretching to save myself. To save the damn fucking world that cares less for me. To rid my conscience of this evil shared by a relative vile—one a thing, the other a bloody living person. My eyes don’t do justice to what’s in front of me and my head throbs, rendering me this shitty view of the ripples of my dear blinded ceiling.

She simply smiled and let it go. That day, I received a notification about a raise at work. To celebrate, I went abroad for a trip. While sitting on the plane and looking at the sky, I came to believe in something. At just 30, my best years were just beginning. I was grateful to the heavens for giving me the courage to be brave and to not love.