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It is the way in which the world has become. Five frights and a minority rest. The swirls of feeling in the lights, summoning the thoughts of the younger, illuminating those of the elder in a short, yet magical revolution that only touches the surface of reality. It is rare to become, and though it's veracity ignites the passions of all, it is but a spark that appears and is then gone, like the life of one without yet abo...

You Wish This, Too

Everyone wishes fairy tails were real.

I wish this world were real. I wish it wasn't just in a book.Why do you wish that?So I could go there. I'm tired of being stuck in reality.Don't you feel safe here?Of course I do. I think that's the problem.Ah. The thirst for adventure.Exactly.Well then. Let's get started.

Escape

Even fish can imagine they are flying.

Everyone needs an escape,a fantasy place to go. Where they can dream, not being what others suppose. Reality can be let go for a time,while singing a different song. A place so far away,it can only be serene. Where prying eyes can't see,dreaming transformations. A spot without judges,a quiet personal space. Where truth lives free,without any fear. A dreamland in the cosmos,where pain can find escape. A personal Margaritav...

Wondering

Where do dreams come from?

If I'm dreaming of youWould you be dreaming of meCould images be the same for theeFloating freely on a cosmic seaIf I dreamed of youWould you dream of me Are your sheets tied in knotsWondering where dreams come fromWet and breathless from salacious thoughtsBlurry eyed semi conscious partly numbFlirting with reality Fall back into lascivious fantasyFeel my breath upon your neckFingernails rake across your skinMind become a...

A Cyber Roller-Coaster Ride

It Will Always Be Just This

I've been off in a cyber world for a while, It's probably time to go back to reality. It's become a bit hostile,I'm needing more stability. Sometimes one needs to run away,To think and get their head together.Chatting away nights and days,This could never really be forever. I have opened my heart,It's really a roller coaster ride,I'm needing a fresh start,I really have too much pride. Typing thoughts to each other,Can't s...

My Fantasy

In my fantasy world everything is perfect, opening my eyes to reality, I pretend to forget the past.

Evocative, redolent thoughtsspread through out my mind,as I stare at images played. Carrying me to a fantasy-land,laying naked in the moon light,draped together under the stars. Only a navaho blanket between us,the meadow grass and flowers.Soft breezes caressing our skin. Fingers exploring gooseflesh,like the blind reading braille, accelerating breaths and coos. Whiffs of fresh air and fauna,mixed with sizzling lust, nost...

When we speak alone, we are free to say anything. We say things we normally would not and we dream up perfect scenarios where we always win. When we are alone, we are our own champions. We are the creators and masters, and nothing can defeat us, not even death. When we dream alone, we are always the hero. We never do wrong, no matter what we do, and we always earn a medal. But when we speak together, we watch our words wi...

There it was, a viscous blob of limber elasticity capable only of thought and some kind of irregular nebulous form of motion, perceiving the world yet barely influencing it. It spent its time floundering around the park, observing the quotidian routines of the proletarians in their mundane and monotonous undertakings, yet it felt drawn with interest and was intrigued to know more of the lives of these hoi polloi. It desir...

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It was shared on Facebook. The evil that men do. Social media. It is society's saving grace. It was a hashtag on Twitter. It spread like wildfire. Social media. Everyone knew and deplored. It actually spread to the mainstream media. The evening news. They paid attention.Something would be done. Of course, they all thought. Something must be done. The leaders of friendly countries paid attention. They studied the situation...

VirtualDate 2.0

Coming soon to a Virtual Date near you, persistent encounters and improved AI.

VirtuaDyne made half a billion on their Virtual Dating platform inits first six months on the market, in turn, the arcades, like Jason’s, that purchased the machines, made a lot of money renting access by the half hour. Interest, and in turn, business, however, was starting to taper off. It had been over three months since I had gone on a Virtual Date. After the novelty wore off, I quickly grew bored of the 2D dates in th...

Earth Angels

In fantasy maybe, in reality not.

When a child's innocence is lostDoes anyone see the true cost Taken much before they are preparedThoughts confused often being scared By someone who's wanting to stealTheir genuine intent they'll conceal Only caring about their needConsumed by lust and greed Does not matter who they hurtWords of admiration they blurt Gaining trust and appreciationLocking them into domination Leading these cherubs to slaughterOur youth our...

Dazed

How I feel, when my mind is under siege.

In my heart I know that in reality, I am in control. But in my mind of fantasy, I feel compelling forces. Tugging with such might, I begin to tail spin, lost. Unable to bring myself back to centre, held in limbo. Fighting equilibrium, giving in, because of dizziness. Voices within my head, compounding my quandary. Barks of do this, no, do that, where do they come from? Delirium causing me to further question my sanity. He...

One more poem, love found, love lost,One more heartbreak, counting the cost,One more woman refused her prize,One more man with tears in his eyes. They get understanding sorrow, They get hopes for their tomorrow,They get friends to share in their grief,They get promises of relief. These are the things written about,These are the things that count, no doubt,These are the words, these are the acts,These are the works relatin...

Philena- Reality

Just a short whatever kinda from her POV, kinda not, about dreams and reality.

She held her covers over herself in an attempt to hide from her nightmares. Curled in a ball, she felt protected and safe- much like a cat does when it sleeps that way. But if she had only known then what she knew now, she'd escape to dreams- no matter how terrifying- instead of reality. She would soon learn- there are scarier things out there than heights and falling, and scarier men than the unknown murderer on the TV s...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Tired old mud-splatteredWell-worn boot.Nobody's Number One,They don't give a hoot.Dull ugly colours, somewhat ragged,Got some holes.Dirt-stiff ancient lacesHolding on to worn-down soles.Glitter-pretty princess shoe,Shining golden heel;This is party girl's first choice,Like royalty, she'll feel.Shining sequins scatteredUpon a gol...