Illusion Stories

a rookie psychiatrist who gets a job at a sketchy place but with a high payment ends up trying to help the worst of worst patient (it's my original - the name idea is from the game and the story line is my own characters are not mine) . . . . . . . . . . or maybe the psychiatrist was not what he thinks he was

මේ ආත්මයට විතරක් නෙමේ මන් ඔයාව මගේ හැම ආත්මයක් ගානෙම පතනවා නුමා... ඕෂි නේශනා ආර්ත්‍රවි මායාදුන්න..

In a kingdom on the edge of unrest, one girl's peaceful routine starts to unravel. Could use an artist willing to make cover photos and maybe some scenes

ඔයා ඉපදෙන්න ඇත්තෙත් මන් වෙනුවෙන්මයි. මගේ හිත මට කියන්නේ එහෙමයි. මනුස්සයෙක්ට පුළුවන්ද මේ තරම් ආදරේ කරන්න . මන් හිතන්නේ අයියේ ඔයා පිස්සෙක්. මේ පිස්සට මේ තරම් ආදරේ කරන ඔයා පිස්සෙක් මගේ අයියේ. යෂිත්‍ර රූ ගෞරවාෂ් දන්තනාරායන **** ඔයාට පිස්සුවෙන් ආදරේ කරන මට "ඔයා පිස්සෙක් මගේ අයියේ " කියලා කියද්දිත් මේ පිස්සගේ ආදරේ ඔයා වෙනුවෙන් තවත් වැඩි වෙනවා රූ. මන් ඒ තරමට පිස්සෙක් රූ. ඔයා වෙනුවෙන් ඔයාගේ ආදරේ වෙනුවෙන් පිස්සු හදාගත්ත පිස්සෙක් මම.. මන් ආදරෙයි රූ.. මිරුල් ධාර්ද්‍ර විගේන්ද්‍රන් නරේන්ද්‍රසිංහ

Tom, a boring and average person, suddenly got mysteriously teleported to a world that's controlled by aliens. Will he meet a comrade? Will he escape? Who knows. *Puncuation, grammar, spelling mistakes wont be rare (BETTER COVER COMING SOON)

An astronaut is left stranded in space for an undetermined amount of time. With no way to contact Earth, he merely exists tending to his vessel. However, something would always pull him away from his constant cycle of work. He would find a friend on the edge of the solar wing who keeps him alive longer than he should have. When the call home finally comes, The Astronaut must relearn what it means to be human.

"Aren't the stars beautiful?" If only they weren't fake. Nothing but an illusion. But how can one ignore that? By never knowing, of course. So we must keep it a secret. A secret of gods. Something no one will ever find out. Follow our orders. I must follow all my orders. That's the only way to become Voidsworn. So if it means keeping a secret, I will keep a secret. If it means taking lives, I will take lives. Nothing can stop me from becoming a god. Nothing can hold me back from the power I am desperate to hold. The matrix needs to add someone new for once. Someone modern. "They're absolutely stunning, aren't they?" The promise. It's the only thing keeping me standing at this point. The stars I can never guarantee will be looking back down at me. No one can go against me.

Months after a mission gone wrong, Spider-Girl is still healing-and still hiding. With April posing as her in public and Dionne stepping into the mask, May Parker hopes the world will stay safe without knowing how close it came to losing her. But when Quentin Beck-better known as Mysterio-returns with a "Grand Production" designed to rewrite reality itself, illusion and truth blur into one terrifying performance. To protect her family, May must come out of hiding while April risks everything to keep their secret intact. Old enemies resurface, alliances fracture, and the line between the real Spider-Girl and the one the world remembers begins to disappear. Because in Beck's world, every mirror hides a lie-and every hero is just another role waiting to be replaced.

Hello wanderers! I'm The Storyteller Presents, and this is a unique short creepy story I created for all of you to enjoy. This particular story shows the dual perspective of a killer that had recently killed her ex and a victim whose face just so happens to look like her ex. I am writing these short horror/thriller stories from now on with an average time to read of 10~15 minutes so expect this reading time. Thanks for reading and listening.

Hello wanderers! I'm The Storyteller Presents, and this is a unique short creepy story I created for all of you to enjoy. This particular story shows someone that has escaped from the clutches of a child with absolute hypnosis powers. The story shows him explaining what is going on with this child to a detective. I am writing these short horror/thriller stories from now on with an average time to read of 10~15 minutes so expect this reading time. Thanks for reading and listening.

Raw free verse poems

In my spare time (when I have spare time...) I make art. To be more specific, I make layered, heavily edited digital collages that collide and swirl images together until the end result is something that looks like it could have come out of a fever dream. Here it is. Dream.

He left- quietly, like the last light slipping out of a dying room. But the emptiness he left behind learned how to breathe in my shape. It learned my name. It stayed. Since then, I wander through nights that don't end, searching for him in places where he only exists as echoes- soft, unfinished, too familiar to forget, too gone to hold. I tell myself I'm living, but really, I'm just surviving on memories that don't know he's not coming back. Every night, I recreate him out of longing- a silhouette of warmth, a whisper of comfort, a dream that pretends to be real so my heart doesn't collapse under the weight of truth. This book is my confession- that I am still in love with a ghost, with a moment, with a past that refuses to release me. These poems are not about healing- they are about staying, even when staying ruins you. Welcome to the place I cannot leave, the illusion I rebuilt just to feel less alone. Welcome to the home made of heartbreak.

A young man enters a delusion in the face of a non-existent reality; what will his fate be?

Things never happen as we expected. Life is always unpredictable . Destiny is always mocking us. But everything happening around have a reason and a meaning. So live in the moment and enjoy it.

sometimes, i'm asleep in the night-usually, i have adventurous dreams and sometimes i have what could be considered a nightmare. i have a fear of getting lost in places that i don't know or haven't been to before. i also have a fear of the dark which leads me to feeling hopeless or stuck, even if i'm around my house. i find it confusing in a way but these are my dreams. i also like having nightmares because they're so interesting at the same time and what you're feeling in the dream feels so real.

"She was the most quiet, most arrogant, yet most intriguing woman I had ever met. That is why they loved her." But Elowyn Abellona was always hated. It didn't matter whether it was because she was ugly or pretty or too naïve or not naïve enough; she was always the odd factor. Her oddly luminescent skin, black hair, and pale purple irises were her biggest flaw, and she was abused for it every single day. Abused for being different. Abused for being "unique." Love was a curse in her grey world. It came to a point where even losing your hearing and being blamed for murder wasn't entirely a crime. Who wouldn't blame that weird 19-year-old from the royal maid's quarters? After all, she was just a cleaner, right? But on the day of her execution, an anomaly lit up the sky of Lilithstone, inviting a whole new world on the other side of the vortex. Her escape. She hadn't been tossed in alone. A strange yet dashing man with no good intention made himself known with a soul bind, controlling and supervising her every move. It wasn't all trouble-free. Elowyn was left with no choice but to endure all the traps and enemies sent her way, but when the biggest enemy was her mind, would she manage to clear herself free of danger, or would she be killed by a celestial being or even perhaps herself? 𓇻 (Credits of all pictures go to rightful owners. I do NOT take credit for any artwork uploaded whatsoever.) @gadoodlez_ on instagram (OWNER OF THE DRAWING USED ON THE COVER.)

A group of friends ventures into the woods for a simple camping trip - but their conversations reveal far more than the rustle of leaves and crackle of fire. As they ponder the nature of time, history, and reality, the boundaries between past, present, and future begin to blur. The Architect of Time is a reflective, philosophical journey that turns an ordinary night under the stars into an exploration of the illusions that shape our lives.

The Kashmiri Phiran is a beautiful garment that carries generations of artistry, heritage, and soul. A legacy in itself, the hand-embroidered Phiran from Luxuries of Kashmir is more than just a piece of clothing; it is a statement of culture, identity, and slow, sustainable luxury.

By day, she's ordinary. By night, in her dreams, he's the love she's always wanted. But when dreams feel more real than life, can she ever face waking up? 10.02.25 Photo is not mine. Cttro.