When Your Nightmares Become Reality...

When Your Nightmares Become Reality...

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Stories, we've all heard or read a story at least once in our lives. Within these stories are worlds that we can only dream of, and when we get sucked into these worlds, it sucks to return back to our little dull reality. A reality of which has no creatures as the ones in the worlds of these stories, a reality that doesn't share that wondrous beauty as the worlds of the stories, just a dull and boring reality. But thinking about it, to the residents of those worlds, our world would be a dream or 'fantasy' for them. Honestly, those worlds are more nightmares for some, rather than a dream. So what if said 'nightmare' became one's new reality, especially one who considers a fantasy world a nightmare. Well you'll find out... Author's Note: Any advice, criticism, or just tips would be appreciated, as it'd help me get better at writing and helps me create a better reading experience for you. P.S: Credit belongs to the original creators of the images, videos, gifs, or characters I use in this story (unless I explicitly state that a character, image, gif, or video is mine).
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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