Escapism Stories

Dive into a rich, highly-developed fantasy world and follow the misadventures of a disaffected middle school girl named Scarlet. See her attempts to navigate the complex and relatable pitfalls of teen-hood, set against the backdrop of occasionally having to slay a dragon.

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

What if the life you always dreamed of was only a step away- but to claim it, you'd have to give up your own? When ordinary people across the modern world begin to wake up in strange new bodies-mages, warriors, queens, rebels, and scholars-they discover a secret: lives can be borrowed. Each night, they cross into worlds that aren't theirs, living destinies they were never meant to hold. For Arjun, a weary student drowning under expectations, it is the intoxicating power of magic. For Maya, a struggling mother, it is the reverence of a royal court. For Kenji, a broken recluse, it is the strength of a legendary knight. For Selene, a brilliant lawyer, it is the desperate trust of rebels in a dying land. And for Dante, haunted by war, it is the gentle peace of a scholar's life. But every borrowed moment has a cost. The more they live in these other worlds, the more their real lives unravel-jobs, families, and identities slipping away. Worse still, their choices ripple across the fabric of realities, binding them together in ways none of them understand. Now, as the fractures between worlds widen, each must face the ultimate question: Which life will they choose to keep... and which will they let die? Isekai: The Borrowed Life is a sweeping, character-driven fantasy of desire, identity, and sacrifice-where every escape comes with a price, and no choice is without consequence.

just poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).

Step into the Magic Shop, a house way bigger on the inside, where BTS hallways collide in chaos, tangerines fly, pancakes get flipped mid-air, and crabs are somehow part of the decor. Fans scream, dance, cook, and occasionally set things on fire, while the members treasure each fan like the rarest gem. Hilarity, heart, and magical chaos await-you may never want to leave.

❝Fuck I don't think I can keep up this teasing game any longer, baby. ❞ He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck, our bodies pressed against each other under the hazy lights. [ Currently playing on Yeona's iPod ~ Like Crazy - Jimin ] ☆☆☆☆☆ ☆ 80s inspired Locations: ☆ Serendipity, a nightclub ☆ Rollerdreams, a roller skating rink ☆ numerous rooftops ☆☆☆☆☆ "Jimin are you ok? You look really tired." "Sweetheart, I know exactly what could fix that." "Jimin when will you get it in your head that your flirting games will never work on me!" "Oh baby I knew the moment we made eye contact in the interview room." ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆ short chapters Play the official playlist for the perfect aesthetics while reading (found in intro) NEW CHAPTERS UP V SOON. SAVE TO LIBRARY FOR UPDATES♡♡♡

A short somewhat philosophical piece written during a mind's momentary escape from its reality, only to realise a contradicting riddle about life.

As life keeps on to usher us to question our very own existences with feelings of escapism growing, while our surroundings as well as our ownselves make it easier for such infidelity, we long for a- not so colourful, yet calmer and lively, but fleeting - place, out in the wilderness.

A rat trying to escape the cult he was born into, running until he's caught. A rat that yearns to be out of his skin, scratching until he bleeds. A rat that doesn't understand his own world.

What if Atsuomi tells Kiyotaka that he will be admitted into ANHS, And if he can place top in the end, he will get his freedom fr, but Kiyotaka doesn't know that Atsuomi is planning to send Yagami, Ichika,two best product of ANHS and Ishigami kyou,a genius student in the same year to hinder Kiyotaka's path, Will Kiyotaka get his freedom,or will the other 3 will prevail, I will be using full Potential Ichika and Yagami in this story, meaning they will have a buff

I was listening to classical music on youtube, and decided to write what the music sounded like; a princess in a garden.

Prepare yourself for the reality impact and be the wanderer to my short poetry about life!! 🌇 It will teach you the essence of a world where all surrounding felt solitary. Places where meant to be asylum that tables have turn for the sudden from the hopes that gets shine to see through the real reality in life. • 🌊˖°𓇼⋆🐋🐚 𓈒𓏸 ACHIVEMENTS FROM TAG RANKINGS: -#42 poem -#21 poetry -#3 sense -#2 literature -#6 cope -August 2,2024

Between Hope and Reality is an ongoing journey through thoughts, emotions, and quiet truths. Blending reflection with personal honesty, each chapter explores themes of loneliness, hope, healing, and what it means to simply be human. This is not a finished story-new chapters will continue to unfold, piece by piece, as life does. It's for anyone who's ever felt out of place, dreamed of something more, or fought to keep going when it would've been easier to stop. Each entry is written with care, from the heart. Thank you for walking this path with me-one chapter at a time. (First published on Wattpad by Distinct-unique_bird. If you're reading this anywhere else, it was taken without my permission.)

With all possible searches, just to fill my free time and to keep up the curiosity in me, I believe I've made optimum use of lockdown. To which I did learn something new to experiment on self for better, which brings me to today's topic "LUCID DREAMING".

In a chaotic city, amidst wars and darkness, I found love and escaped to a new land, discovering vibrant scenery, unique people, and a chance to tell untold stories. With my lover by my side, I'm ready to unfold our tale, surrounded by nature's beauty and the villagers' intriguing stories.

She can't remember her name. Her past is hazy, and something seems off about her memories. Well, that doesn't really matter, does it? Her mother comes to visit her every month and time goes by quickly when she dreams. One day, her dream becomes reality. But-- (an abused 14 year old transmigrates to a fantasy world, only to realize that it may be even worse then her previous nightmare)

Roze is the middle child in a house where everyone is loud, everyone is right, and everyone expects her to listen. Her father argues like it's a sport. Her elder sister fights for "women's rights" - unless it's Roze asking for them. Her mother agrees with society in public and rebels in secret. Her younger brother claims he supports equality... while enjoying all the privileges of being "the only boy." Roze? She doesn't shout. She doesn't argue. She escapes. Not by running away - but by turning her mind into a cinema hall. One moment she's washing dishes. The next, she's a warrior queen. Or a detective. Or a singer. Or a superhero. Every boring chore turns into an entry scene. Every insult becomes plot development. Roze may be ordinary in reality... But in her head, she's the lead actress of unlimited universes. This is not just her story - It's the story of every girl who was told to "adjust." Who stayed silent in real life... but replied perfectly in imagination. Welcome to Roze's world. Population: One girl. Infinite versions. ---

Short entries of a depressed person

a compilation of what my mind has to say about things. some can be quite personal. some, quite metaphorical. but all of them born from the ashes of my being © cover (don't remember where i saw this, just the fact that this isn't mine)