Wildest Imagination 소설 & 이야기

"Umm... Yeah... But now I am not" She narrowed her eyes at me before turning them back to the television. She was watching a fantasy story. "It never happens in real life. Why do you watch all this?" "Because this is my escape" "Huh?" "This is my escape from the real world. Imagination is full of magic, it can lead you to the places where no one can ever go, it can make you feel the things that you have never felt before. I know it is not practical but it helps me a lot in fighting my stress. And I guess these fantasies are far better than the realities of the world"

I'm the only one here. Emiliar woke up in a locked can. She raised her head and the cover of the can flew open. The place was very filthy. Her clothes were soaked in a pungent smelling liquid that look like has been gotten from rotten fruits and vegetables. She tried to get up, there was a sharp pain in her right arm and the area around this can was dark. She helped herself up scanning around. The place was filthy and also very dark. she felt like she was stuck in some kind of dumphouse. She found her way out of the can and walked her way through the dark. She was thinking, not too fast though cause she's still in some kind of daze. She remembered slowly, her parents, her uncle's humiliation

Since I was done with my bath, I decide to see a movie in the game room that sat downstairs. A few minutes into the movie, I was getting bored so I changed my mind. Maybe all I need is to go to some club, get dirty drunk and sleep my lazy ass off on the couch. It wasn’t the brightest of all the ideas but hey! I am single, I have no friends, parents, or even a neighbor, did I tell you my new cabin sat miles away from town and overlooked the prettiest beach I have ever seen? Donning one of the Louboutin heels that I now owned, I swept my hair into a high ponytail and let some of them free, to frame my face.

crazy right now seeing Earnest around my room. My eyes keep searching for a sign of him. He was everywhere, yet nowhere. His presence was felt in every corner, in every nook and cranny. I could almost hear his voice and feel his touch. But when I reached out, he was not there. I closed my eyes, trying to summon him with my mind. And then, as if by magic, he appeared before me. A smile spread across my face as I reached out to him, but when I touched him, my hand passed right through him. He was a figment of my imagination, a ghost in my room.The disappointment I felt was palpable. Why can’t I be next to him real?, but I didn't let it consume me. Instead, I allowed myself to enjoy his presen

, she snapped. "Aww, here I was, thinking you're just an uncaring cold-hearted bitch", she side-hugged her while they both chuckled and the temperature dropped again. "Fuck, I've got to get this shit fixed soon" "I agree but I still can't believe you believe in that news thing. Just wait and watch the conspiracies that rise with this new "mysterious creature" thing tomorrow", Rita drawled. "Yeah right, so when do I meet this prince you've been talking about?", Belle asked, jumping on the overly comfortable bed right after Rita.

But he would not forget what she had said about the end of the world: - Memorable, I want to share with you my dreams. I often imagine the perfect end of the world when I sit with you in my arms on a sandy beach. I see a huge explosion of the sun wave destroying the ocean and nearby land shores. We dissolve in the radiant light and return home to God, where there are waiting for us beloved people, endless gardens, rivers and wonders of unearthly life. - Sophia, Beautiful ending. - Memorable, I would say – a beautiful beginning!

A queen of all realms—seen and unseen. And there it was. The hook. I felt it slip between my ribs before I could stop it. The vision bloomed unbidden in my mind—forests stretching under twin suns, oceans that glowed with their own light, skies torn wide open to spill stars into the earth. My people running free, never hunted, never caged. It was beautiful. It was a lie. I clenched my fists. “You think I’ll just hand you the keys because you paint me a pretty picture?”

Liam's imagined whispers, his breath on my neck, his body pressed against mine – it was all so vivid, so tantalizingly real. With the showerwand in hand, I directed the warm water, the sensation heightening the fantasy, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. This was just a release, I told myself, a way to exorcise his image from my thoughts so I could refocus on what mattered – my business, my goals, the bet.

Our smells were very subtle, very present, and a mess. The darkness of the night gradually turned into a restful and restorative sleep. I found myself drifting in dreams, where the real world and the imaginary were magically mixed. Images of wolves running through the forest, free and wild, danced in my mind, evoking a sense of freedom and adventure, as if I were with my children.

"Imagine a paradise where birds sing sweet melodies, animals roam free, and brooks run clear. Tall pines stretch towards the buue depth of sky, their branches entwined with wild creepers. Where the sun rose higher and all the flesh and animals enrich their lives. The vivid image took root in George's mind, and he began to envision a better future. "But how can we make this happen?" he wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. As a local who had lived on the island with his family before Arinthal's arrival, George was cautious yet intrigued by Eryndor's words.