Tired Of Living In Fiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Harrison grabs me by the shoulder, "There is light out of here, just don't give up. I will go find this Brendan and speak to him. I can't make you any promises, but we can at least fucking try." Every single one of us could live our lives out like a sad sob story. There's more than enough pain to go around for that. But maybe what nobody ever told you is that you don't have to be defined by your broken dreams. I am a living, breathing story. Yes, and I am on the goddamn front page of the newspaper. But nobody else can live my tales like me. They can't tell my story. Not like I can. Living, breathing stories, moving about time and space in endless ways. Don't you think there's some kind of m

Her consciousness in the world was not built but the sadness already defeated her. Thinking all of my problems make my head ache. I don't know what happens next, but everything went black. - Sarah's POV Have you ever feel being exhausted but you are actually doing nothing? Well, that's what I am feeling right now. I feel like I walk thousands of miles. My legs and arms are tired, so as my eyes. I am about to go in my room when I heard something heavy that falls on the floor. "Mom?" I shouted from the stairs.

I’m the one who has been subjected to lies from day one! I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to live. Suddenly, I no longer want anything from what I have dreamt of. I don’t want all the money I have, I don’t want to establish my own company, I don’t want to travel the world, and I… I don’t want to build a family with Nathan. I want nothing. I just want to be asleep forever. I never want to wake up and look into the eyes of the ones who have been lying to me all along.

I didn't even know what to say to her at that moment, I only laid there, frozen. "It's just…" she continued, looking down at her hand now, "all my life, I've been locked up in a castle—as cliche as that sounds, it's been exhausting and depressing. I always wondered what I could be doing out there in the world instead of staying cooped up in a palace and being forced into a life that I didn't want. I felt like a puppet. I never felt like I was living. That's why I ran away. I need to live and Rian…" she looked up at me again, shaking her head slowly, her eyes now glassy, "I can't do that here. I can't live… here."

This is the money they live on daily, fattening their bellies, yet looking unhappy and broke as ever. Grabbing a romance novel from the side bed, I had the urge to escape from the dramas of this home, reading was the perfect refuge for me. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to concentrate, the laughter was now too much, I could barely understand why Jennifer will laugh so hard as If she was having the be at the time of her life, or maybe it was just to provoke me.

"You're attacking a story because you can't control the man who wrote it." ​"I'm Fixing it!" the Co-Writer roared, the violet walls pulsing. "He made you too perfect! He made you a saint who survives everything! It’s unrealistic! People don't survive 'System Warfare' and 'Dark Fantasy'! They break! They get tired! They lose their hair and their hope!"

Is this my punishment for being such a lazy kid who doesn't work, or because of my stupid kinks in books? I just want to flip this whole world upside down. Why can't they leave me alone?! They are the villains of my life. I just want to live a long life because I died early. I want to go back to have an easy yet terrible life back on earth. I want to see my family and friends, and even though almost everything I want is here, it still feels off, feels fake, and I don't deserve it. I feel like an imposter in this world.

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

I have to think, it's clear to me now that I'm not good at lying, and if I stay here they'll find out, they'll kill me and throw me away like garbage because there's no money for a burial plot, let alone a coffin, not to mention the candle. "I'm sorry for falling asleep, there's no excuse for it. I was studying for the exam I have in a few minutes. Thank you for worrying about me, for breakfast, and for being good parents, but I have to go now." With a heavy heart, I leave my book in my mother's hands, turn around, and run away from my reality. It's better to bury the dream of being a novelist, since it won't feed us, let alone lift us out of the poverty we're in.

Why did my heart wish he was actually in his senses when he told me all of those things? Shaking my head, I came out of my fantasies, and concentrated on the work at hand. I had to complete the book by next month at all costs. But it was just so hard to find the motivation to get your protagonists the happy ending when you are having a miserable married life youself. Slapping the laptop shut, I jogged down the stairs. I knew there was no use sitting idle in front of the blank screen. Might as well just go and have some breakfast since I didn't manage to wink a sleep last night, thinking about a certain someone.