worlds

There are so many problems to solve on this planet first before we begin to trash other worlds.

One wants never to give up this crystalline perspective. One wants to keep counterpositioning home with what one knows of alternative realities, as they exist in Tunis or Hyderabad. One wants never to forget that nothing here is normal, that the streets are different in Wisebaden, and Louyang, that this is just one of many possible worlds.

I live in two unique worlds, traveling between both with just the opening or closing of my eyes.

The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book in her lap. She wondered sometimes, why she bothered with books. If she wanted to hallucinate, all she had to do was get up in the morning.

A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.

Words, then, are born of worlds. But they also take us places we can__ go: Constantinople and Mars, Valhalla, the Planet of the Apes. Language comes from what we__e seen, touched, loved, lost. And it uses knowable things to give us glimpses of what__ not. The Word, after all, is God.

People don't believe me when I tell them I'm a magician who makes portals to other worlds. So I tell them I'm a writer instead.

The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.

There's no such thing as complete when it comes to stories. Stories are infinite. They are as infinite as worlds.

Some build their castles 'mid thunderbolts and fireworks. My worlds take shape in silence.

How could we have discovered great lands, if we dare not travel?

And when I fall in love,_ I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes.

Writing has become more than just a profession, and hobby_it has become a way to express my feelings and pour my entire soul into the pages of my books. Thank God for the little things in life that makes us feel infinite and tranquil_the little things that make way for us to escape reality and enter new worlds that we create. -Nina Jean Slack

You haven't finished the key, but not because you are afraid to finish. You're afraid of finding you can't finish. You're afraid to go down to where the stones stand, but not because you're afraid of what may come once you enter the circle. You're afraid of what may not come. You're not afraid of the great world, Eddie, but of the small one inside yourself.

In the Black Palace, in the capital city below, the man know as the Patron _ Martel the Mighty, ruler of this dark world - had packed his coffers and was now also, presumably, making good his escape. For the Corsair elite and ruling class _ those whose hands were literally dripping blood, profiteering from the bloodshed and violence that terrorized dozens of worlds - escape was the only option left and he would not be the only one to mount an escape attempt, nor be the only one to succeed. For years to come, there would be countless bounties offered on missing prominent Corsairs that had slipped through the net, with the occasional report of so-and-so being spotted on some or other rim world, presumably sporting a new beard and a pair of sunglasses _ which might have raised a few eyebrows in the case of the many female Corsairs.

There has to be new words to explain new worlds.

Just as heart is a fountain of unspoken words,the universe is a womb of wonder weird worlds.

There is more magic in our own world than in any world of fantasy.