Imagine Romane & Geschichten

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Raine!" Raine hurried downstairs. Curious about what her Aunt was talking about. Her eyes widened when she saw advanced gadgets in front of her. Cctv cameras. Voice activated computer systems. "Oh, I almost forgot!" Vanessa gasped. "S.A.S.S. set voice identification." "Sass? You name the computer that holds the entire house Sass?" Raine asked. "And since when did you learned how to use these type of gadgets?" "Let's say that I have learned some things from you," her aunt replied with a smile.

"Seriously?" Mahone cleared his throat and started. "I just write what I see, I see trees, mountains Lakes and oceans I see love, careness, Heartbreak and hate I just draw what I see, I see blue sky, clouds Storm and rain drops, I see sunlight, white Darkness and black And suddenly I see a girl Then, I just sing what I hear, I hear the laughter of you I hear the heartbeats of you I hear the footsteps of you, oh darlin'

The System then replied coldly, "Imagine." Danial thought that the System would speak further, but it didn't. He was a little stunned, followed by disappointment. Imagine? What did the System mean by that? He wanted to ask for an instructor to help him with this but hesitated. He felt like the System would not give such advice if there was no benefit in it. So he further asked the System, "What should I imagine?" The System replied, "Imagine fire and use your internal energy with it."

Seeing me not pulling my hand back, he said "I understand. I am neither your close friend nor any relative to whom you can speak your mind. But we know each other, don't we? I am alpha, so I can help you in any other way. Just tell me the description of that criminal, and I will see the rest. "

Alex sat in exile as Cart One rolled along its path. They left the mountains behind and were well on their way to the next big city. Jimmy walked ahead of the cart, occasionally looking through his scope at the dark landscape that morphed from mountains and windmills to desert and solar towers. The darkness around them brought a cool night breeze from the west that occasionally blew with strong gusts, then settled down. The wind sent chills right through her. Alex drew the blanket she was wrapped in around her tight.

I need some company, or I’ll go nuts. I held my hand, focusing on it, picturing a little pocket knife resting in my palm. A simple black handle, the steel blade shining and sharp. I could see it in my mind. I tried to picture the weight it wouldn’t weigh much, probably a little over eighty grams. Be almost as weightless as a feather. “Focus. Fooooccccuuussss.” I commanded my mind. “Picture the simple feather light knife in my hand.”

Threads of collaboration and shared dreams. Maria briefly paused, allowing her imagination to picture the future vividly. The possibilities seemed endless—a tapestry of vibrant hues woven together by collaboration and shared dreams. "Imagine the richness and diversity such connections would bring," she continued, her voice full of enthusiasm. Blending cultures, traditions, and perspectives would create a unique and vibrant fabric. It would be a beautiful testament to the power of collaboration and the enduring bonds forged through shared endeavours."

Reine asked. I noticed how her hands were crossed over each other, the finger nails digging into the former with how hard she was clenching them. I felt like unclenching them and soothing away the crescent marks. But I didn’t want to think I was even more of a weirdo. “I want you to be the one to pretend to be engaged to me.” Silence. My eyes didn’t leave her face. She was extremely expressive, everything she felt could be seen in her expressions. Reine looked up at me with wide eyes that were clearly confused, with one million and one questions swimming in them.

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.