Wishful Thoughts Novels & Stories

The line between reality and my desperate wish had blurred, and now here I was—lost in this surreal void, questioning everything I thought I knew. "No… no way." My voice trembled, disbelief settling in. This couldn’t be happening. The fog pressed around me again, thick and cold, but something else was dawning in the back of my mind. Could I really do it? Had I somehow wished myself out of there? “I’m losing it,” I whispered, letting out an awkward, shaky laugh. “I’m really going crazy, thinking I’ve got some kind of… superpowers.” The laugh died on my lips as another thought crept in. But I wished to disappear.

Like if there was ever a figurative bridging shot then that footage had been corrupted en route to the metaphorical editing suite. Nevertheless, despite how sad I was, my roommate and I didn't stop hanging out, talking or having sex. For all intents and purposes, it was 'business as usual' in Apartment 202. As if the force majeure catastrophe wreaking havoc on my brain and heart wasn't a true cause for concern. Over the course of our strange, special friendship, I'd made many, many wishes that nothing between us would ever change... I'd wished for it whenever I read eleven-eleven on the clock, whenever I threw coins into fountains, whenever I 'pretended airplanes were shooting stars.' It was

I seriously let go of the words. @Death Wish

This is different from the wanting. This is thoughts that arrive without the wanting attached, thoughts that are just about him, about who he is and what he carries and what it was like to be twenty-three in the middle of something you did not yet understand, thoughts that have no strategic function and no escape application and no place in any template I have built in thirty days or in the twenty-six weeks before that, thoughts that arrive in the kitchen when I am at the counter and in the bed when I am looking at the ceiling and in the yard when I used to be at the eastern wall and the eastern wall had the dock angle and the escape plan and now I am in the household and sometimes the thoug

At least it'll make people less suspicious of me. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 🎁🎁🎁ANYA🎁🎁🎁 Oh my, it's so sunny today. I wish I had a roof over my head and a fan to soothe me. The sun isn't the only thing I need soothing from...I wish I can find happiness to soothe my injured soul. Wishful thinking, all of it. This gates always provide me with a few hours comfort. No matter where I go, what I do....no matter the miles away I am, I still come back to this gate.

“I’d wish for the same thing.” “It’s not fair,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “It’s not,” he agreed. A heavy silence settled between us. After a long period of contemplation, I exhaled. “It’s not worth wasting my wish on my wolf. There are better things to wish for. Like, what if one day we have a pup that gets really sick? Or even one of our siblings’ pups. And I wasted my wish on my stupid wolf. I’d feel like such an idiot.”

We do not speak afterwards , but it feels comfortable – a comfortable silence. ___________________________________________________________________ “Another day wasted hey” Jason says taking a seat in the library chair opposite me. I nod my head in absolute exhaustion. After our moment in the car , Jason and I dug deep into the shelves of this library trying to find any information regarding the moonlight wish. However , we have no such luck as we are about to leave this library empty handed as well. Frustration shows on my face as I sit and stare the towers of books had read through – my head has an unimaginable pain caused by careful observation of very page of every book.

He downed a cup of water. "Have any wishes for your birthday?" She asked, separating the color of the candies. "Just two but I need one to be fulfilled first in other for the other to also be fulfilled. And the first one is the same thing I've been wishing for every year but I don't think it's gonna come true so now, I treat it as a dream yet still wish for it. Wishful thinking, you know?" "Why do you think it won't happen?"

Simply staring at the fire, engulfed in our thoughts. “You know, on nights like this it’s special because the moon goddess blesses werewolves and their wishes. For some, tonight is the night they get to meet their mates and for some, it is the first time they wolf out, for some, it’s the beginning of a glorious destiny,” I muttered while I stared at the fire but I could clearly feel her gaze on me. She inched closer so our hips could touch. “I think I have a wish,” “Let me guess, run as far as you can from Alpha Hansel and his troubles,”

he urged, a playful smile dancing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Arina hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with hopes and dreams for the year ahead. She closed her eyes, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she silently made her wish, a silent plea for happiness and fulfillment. But Rosella, ever the wise matriarch, interrupted with a gentle insistence, her eyes filled with maternal wisdom. "It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Every moment is a chance to make a wish," she urged, her voice soft yet firm, a reminder of the power of dreams and the importance of seizing every opportunity for happiness.