Imagination.
It's such a silly thing. Sometimes I wonder what God was thinking when he gave humans intelligence. Did he realize how tainted the world would become with it?
My name is Maggie. The world I live in is different from any other in the universe. The people and history are different. There are large bodies of water, and countries. There are religions, books, phones.
But I realize
That none of it is real
These people.
The places.
All figments of my imagination.
It's funny. This world is a cold, cruel place. Blood flows freely. The air is poisoned. And the hearts of the people are blacker than that of hell. My imagination is a merciless and pathetic creature.
But I can't help but wonder what will happen when this nightmarish dream will end. If this isn't reality, what is? And what if there are many different realities? What then? How many years will I spend, bouncing from one world to the next?
I wonder if I'll ever wake up.
Because my imagination sucks.
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Imagination
RandomMaggie is an ordinary girl. At least, that's what she appears. But when her reality starts crumbling around her, she realizes that her world never existed except in her dreams. Now she faces reality, with a stranger to help her along the way. She wi...
