Welcome to LydiaLand.
Where all of your secret fantasies are safe. No judgement. No oppression.
Step through the threshold from media-driven society to a paradoxical paradise.
I'm a dreamer. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own world that I can't decipher from what's real and what's fake. Call me crazy, but I prefer creative. Unique, I guess.
You'd probably think that I was that weird child who had an imaginary friend until I was eleven. Well, I wasn't. Here's the thing: fantasies donot have to include dragons and fairies.
Some of us live in a stream of conciousness. We all tell lies and it's up to that person to believe us or not. So, here's when I come in.
I lie. People lie to me. That's just how it is.
This isn't a story about grinning cats, mad hatters, and potions. This isn't a story about pumpkins turning into carriages and ogres finding true love.
It's a mind game. One of which should be played with caution. Feelings will be hurt and people will be exposed.
It's my game and I make the rules. I can't lose at my own game, right? I'm Lydia Hastings. A Hastings never lose.
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Beyond After
General FictionLydia Hastings creates and lives in this world of fantasy. She's a romanticist. She doesn't want to face the truth therefore she believes in illusions. Ones that could either benefit or harm her. She's the loud, yet reserved, outgoing friend in her...
