Imagine の小説・ストーリー

The sound rang out and resonated with my emotions deep in my heart. I reached for the image that evinced an astonished face for a moment, as I imagined my hand around her chubby cheek, she looked away with heated cheeks. This was the reaction of a living person. Wow, my mind has an incredible imagination. I stumbled and touched the surface of the water creating small waves. I waited for the water to stabilize again; I was worried that the image would disappear. She moved her lips saying unheard words then looked confused. She searched for what seemed a bathroom. I couldn’t hear her. I was disappointed.

Who knows what he would manipulate me to think in here. “You’re crazy,” I hear myself saying. Thought doesn’t react the way I assumed he would, not appearing offended at all. He simply loosens a deep breath, backing up a few steps to one of the stacks of books against the wall, looking at the spines as if they actually exist. I have to remember that nothing around me exists. Thought isn’t someone who I can touch, and feel real sensations. Even if I did, it would be a simulation. A terrifying one, too.

Every time I had tried, the object was always within arm's reach. "Okay," I murmured softly, a gentle smile curling my lips as I nibbled on my finger in a mixture of eagerness and apprehension. "Let's do this." I fixed my gaze upon the book, allowing my mind to conjure a vivid image of it in my imagination. I could envision its weathered spine, the softness of its white pages, the scent of ink imprinted upon it. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to become consumed by the vision, surrendering wholly to the formidable power of my imagination.

You don't throw stones on the other you disbelieve. I am researching imagination. Einstein said imagination was a superior target of intellect. He believed that. I do believe it too. My imagination keeps me spellbound in my dreams. I realise little has more and more has nothing that can repair me from within. Life's infinite goal begins with a single step but needs giant intellectual leaps. That's what my medicine for killing death away from me will do for me.

“C’mon, it’s not that hard. Imagine it’s the one person you hate the most and it’s going to come out smoothly. Say whatever comes to your mind.” I swallowed and looked at the Beanbag. Imagine it. I told myself. “Son of a…bitch.” I didn’t see anyone yet and saying left a bad taste on my tongue. My voice was barely audible . Zena clicked her tongue. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. Try again.” I sighed. Closed my eyes and tried to imagine all of the faces of the people I detested. It took a second but the images began to pop up one after the other, as well as the memories of it all.

Break the concentration and it just becomes a hollow imagination. The induced hyper consciousness helps to fill the gaps in the fabricated macrocosm. In simple terms, one needs to reconstruct and relive the world. The complexity and efficiency of the image training entirely depend on the person itself. The image training can let you fight a bona fide god; if you can imagine him. The ones with a fighting background already know about this method. Many people do image training. However, there was never a mention of an incident of a person losing subconscious control over his own body, similar to Creed.

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I know it can’t end here because my head is already filled with images of my head between her legs. And I don’t just imagine things. I create.