Фантазия Novels & Stories

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

He fixed on houses and appliances. Kita looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Girl you might have let your future walked away. You gave that wack ass Damien a change. That man was too damn fine to turn down. If i wasn't married, I'll call his ass. I'm tempted to call him for you." She said with a shake of her head. "Girl bye. I don't need another man. I need my kids. And Hoe don't worry bout my kitty. I got enough toys to keep her satisfied. " i said with a laugh. We got up to walk to our cars.

Forever. On a chilled January afternoon, I’d shared this dream with my friend, Biswa and my elder brother Nisim. Biswa looked baffled. He had laughed at it and said it was all because of reading Alice in Wonderland over and over again? I was baffled too, because Biswa knew so much about fantasies and dreams and visions and he laughed. I was baffled because for me dreams, fantasies and vision were the same thing. Stories.

Stop. Uncle told me that I'm the kind of person who would just think of some silly ideas that are often unlikely to happen. I am not quite sure of that, but maybe the reason behind my weird imagination is from reading books about fictions and fantasies. Maybe. I let out a yawn while I browse through the pages of the book I was studying. It feels kind of drowsy when you're reading a book with no pictures in it. I am maybe an athlete student at my school, but I still need to maintain a passing grade. I don’t know where my study leads me.

In the dream world, a holographic keyboard materialized in the air. "System.Spawn(Turret_MK4);" Alex muttered, typing on the air. CLICK-WHIRRR. A sleek, futuristic laser turret materialized from digital pixels. It swiveled around, locking onto a target. "Now we are talking," Alex grinned. "I can code the dream!" "Excellent," Liam nodded. "Aurora, you are the Fantasy. Alex, you are the Logic. Together, you are unbeatable." Suddenly, the white sky turned dark grey.

It was too thick and long. I started having imaginations of him screwing me and stretching my pussy. Also him going all in and making me feel his dick in my stomach. My panties got wet as I imagined. I bit my lip and held my boobs, and the thoughts ran out of my head when I remembered he was my mom’s husband and is supposed to be my stepfather. I didn’t mean to see that, will he tell my mom? Everything is feeling awkward, I wished I didn’t hear that sound.

With confusion and hurt on his face he asked, “Why wouldn't I be interested?” “Well, for starters, Artimous is a unicorn, Greagan and Laylan are elves and Ivy is a fairy. Why would you really be interested in some fairytale dream your silly wife has from time to time? I just didn't figure that a big, strong strapping man like you would be interested in my crazy dream,” I rambled as I ran my fingers in his chest hair. I bit my bottom lip as I always do and waited for his response. My mom used to tell me that one day I would end up biting my lip off completely if I didn't quit. Of course, I never really listened to her so I never stopped. I looked into his face but I couldn't read his expressi

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

I said calmly and Nadine shivered. “In that forest we were looking for the grimoire of my dreams,” Nadine said carefully. “I felt the power of the magic notebook, but it was minimal and the location was fuzzy. I don't know if that means anything, but the truth is that none of us were able to use its powers.” At that moment, I saw Aris's eyes widen sharply. “You saw the Fairy Wasteland,” my friend said and Nadine frowned. “That doesn't exist; it's not real,” Nadine replied defensively. “It's just part of a story that—”