Reality の小説・ストーリー

Their hearts were broken and they were still in shock from everything that had happened. The horrible image of May in the hole totured summer as she sheepishly followed the rest of the campers on their way back to the camp, it was hard to breath, she had no idea why she was even making an attempt to live at that point when she all she wanted to do was die. The wind gushed loudly and suddenly, and it scared them all. They stopped as the movement of a creature passing swiftly could be felt. "Stay calm everyone we are not so far from the camp " John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds

To her surprise she wasn’t shocked to be speaking to an animal but she wondered in her heart what this could mean? “Am I dreaming?” she asked. “Not exactly.” Well then am I dead? Dead? What does that even mean? What is death? Can conscience be killed? Can someone’s passions and dreams be silenced? Who you are can’t be stopped. She replied. Our life can’t be stopped it only takes another form. She then asked her how she got here. Well she told her “I’m not really sure about that?” There are many ways to our world and many reasons people are brought here. Some come after death. Some are brought here in flashes because the pain of their own world. Some have a very special purpose I was promised

Holy shit. ​

Motto slapped Dash’s shoulder, “Dude, Don't be strict. women are not easy, they are under many pressures in their life. They need to be relieved. Which girl do you prefer? Traditional or modern woman? Feel free to come down and start a conversation.” Dash pushed Motto’s hand away from his shoulder and criticized “live well, my friend. Joking with love is a big crime.” Motto opened his eyes widely, said: “Oh, too many experiences! Why are your eyes glued to that woman? What are you going to do next?”

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

For that matter, how could she feel like she needed him? “Another thing you need to know,” he said before she could respond. “I don’t deal in fantasies, Josie. I deal with reality. And maybe your fantasy is my reality and that’s okay as long as you realize at the end of the day the fantasy becomes reality. What we do is real. It’s here. Solid. It’s not going away tomorrow or the next day. You need to be sure you can deal with that because yeah, I’ll give you the fantasy but it’s going to be real. No made-up shit you only dream about in your head. Are you prepared for that? Can you deal with this b

them… no longer matched reality.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"