Vision Novels & Stories

IF THEY END UP PILED IN DUMPSTERS, WE'LL HAVE ALL HELL BREAK LOOSE DOWN THERE. "Understood." "Hey, Toby, come over here... I think I figured out the A/V inputs," Mirele told me. I turned my attention to her, following her consciousness to a section of files she had dug up. When using the mind machines, I'd had limited success with visualization. Picture files and such. When I looked at these files, they seemed to be similar, except that they would be streaming video rather than static pictures. If I used the cameras, I'd be "seeing" the outside, real-time.

They paused and waited for a few more seconds before resuming their journey. "Blue?" Seb muttered as he kept on staring at Alex. Just like him, his eyes were fixed on his and he watched his every move. He could feel him almost jump as his fingers touched his cold skin, inch by inch. His pupils slowly became dilated and maintaining the eye contact seemed to become more difficult. Slowly, he unrested his fingers from Alex's chin then curled them. Alex subconsciously let out an exhale as he felt his skin get used to the warm fingers hitting it. Finally able to break eye contact from Seb, he looked down and stared at his curled fingers.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

asked Abel. Daisy lost her words; “Where did your eyes see we are lovers? Didn’t you take the medicine? Didn’t get sick suddenly.” Daisy smiled reluctantly and joked with Abel. “My eyes are very sharp, I have never seen anything wrong. I make sure, sooner or later, Dr.Ivory will contact you.”

“Aria?” “I—” Her head pounded, and for a brief second, she saw something. A vision. Fire. A storm of black flames, consuming everything in its path. A figure standing in the center—tall, unmoving, eyes like burning embers. Magic bled from his hands, twisting the very air around him. Magnus. She gasped and the vision shattered. “Aria, what’s wrong?” Magnus’s voice was urgent, but when she looked at him, all she could see was the monster from her vision. The fire, the destruction.

Dominic joined Collin and looked on with interest almost as if he was partially in charge. “Since hair color is an option on Vera, do you think she would look better as a brunette?” “No,” Collin said quickly. “The thing that’s special about Vera is that we can match her hair to whatever shade we want, as long as it complements Alexander’s. Also, her eyes—a blue-eyed girl wouldn’t have filled the bill. I still haven’t discarded the idea of having everything in the photos black and white except for their eyes.”

I'm sorry. Idk wat I was thinking. Pliz talk 2 me. Genesis pliz. How long re u going 2 ignore?? How can u be such a bitch to me after everything u put thru?! I still ve dat video u know!!! Okay I will delete the video but pliz give me another chance..... Santiago's endless texts go from remorseful to anger and then back to being remorseful. I haven't responded to a single one of them. I have nothing to say to him, actually I do but none of it is what he wants to hear.

He looked down at the vet who resembled a statue. "Wanna help me with packing?" The blonde asked with a smile. Neal flinched and looked up, "Huh? Yeah, sure." He stood up as well and followed Ricky. ________________ "Whatcha looking at?" Ricky asked curiously as he walked towards Neal. They were in Ricky's room. The blonde was stuffing his things and Leo's toys in a bag, and Neal was helping him. They were chit chatting and the vet become silent suddenly. When Ricky looked up, Neal was intently staring at a framed picture in his hand.

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

I turned off the vacuum. Crystal chandelier droplets cascaded from the dome’s center, refracting light into tiny prisms that danced across the black velvet below. Too beautiful for the room it hung in. I saw my reflection looking back down from the polished underside of the dome. Looking down, floor-to-ceiling panels on every wall outside the cage. Angled just so anyone lying on this bed would see what's being done to them. Last night's dream replayed in my head. I could imagine myself on this bed, watching in the mirrors as they—