Chapter 1: Just Friends
I used to think that hopes and dreams were just stupid, romanticized things that were a figment of a kit's imagination.
Reality
They were just figments of a writer's mind. they didn't scurry anywhere, because they didn't truly exist. not until they did. the otter's paws shifted over the keyboard.
Island of yesterday
What is she if not a figment of my imagination? is she real? people i ask tell me of the hidden people. wrathful guardians of an isolated island. relics of a distant past. yesterday’s people yearning for today.
Thing
Is it a figment of delusion or is it truly real?
A Warm Invitation
That figment of lucidity immediately vanished from verenar's mind, sealed away by the fettering kiss of moist, warm flesh.
The Fire Without. (Part 2)
I thought it was all a figment of my condition." bentley shrugged. "they might tell us something." "about my mother?" "-about that "world" your mind has created for you. it's remarkably consistent for someone with your condition." dr.
Redwall: Hotter With an Otter
Cheek just hoped he hadn't been dreaming; that this whole experience had not been a figment of his imagination. "fuck . . . sam!" sam slurped away as mattimeo shoved the squirrel's head down, growling as he climaxed into the squirrel's mouth.
Demonocracy
Or is he just a figment of our leaders imagination to create false hope? are we on the righteous side of hell? only time will tell
A warm invitation
That figment of lucidity immediately vanished from verenar's mind, sealed away by the fettering kiss of moist, warm flesh.
Nearly Forgotten
If this were a dream, then anything that might spring forth from the walls would be a figment of his imagination. since figments of the imagination could only cause strife if allowed, then sean knew that both he and his mentor were safe.
Venturing: Releasing Formers
A figment of her imagination coming true." 'a figment of her imagination...?' i echoed kyro tilting my head to one side frowning. "was that figment... by any chance..." i started, "sen and lope?
Kinktober 2022 Story Sketches 31-35
Even with his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room the feline couldn't quite follow its movements, or whether it was even really there instead of a figment of his imagination; it was like watching the road on a long drive, then stopping and looking up