When the Fighting Starts
When he'd first visited albion to commission a weapon, it had just been...unreal.
Through the Gates of Hell
It had broken her heart to see them die, but through it all, she had the same feeling of unreality that had accompanied the vision she had seen earlier, and somehow, she knew they were not real.
War
So unreal... but the pain has ceased to exist. the battlefield was cold, but not even my blood-soaked uniform is keeping me warm. i thougt to myself, this must be what it is like to die. the time passed slow, and i prayed for death.
A look back...
Almost unreal to find so much i said goodbye to in such a short while hurtful or otherwise, i find in each memory, a smile my eyes fixated in place, almost able to feel again, what made me what i am today the hard parts to see again, if i had a choice
I Dreamt of Wasps - Chapter 15
They were all painfully true, but there was something else that made this seem...unreal. a part of him wondered whether it was simply wishful thinking on his part that this was all a dream, and that alva had not said such spiteful things to him.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 42
It was snowing again, and he could see the white specks falling down like little pieces of unreality in the dark. the way it drifted onto the sills and piled up against the glass, sucking out all the warmth... it was almost perverted.
Part 4
The night before had felt almost unreal today. whatever the job was, it seemed way to easy to get into for the amount of payment due.
Jason's Nightmare - Part 4
The water was crystal clear, it seemed clean, pure and unreal, you can actually see the floor beneath. the lake was much deeper than he had previously expected, maybe about thirty feet deep.
The Breaking of the world
(we the readers don't know what was unreal. a device? a solution to a problem?) the world kneeled. the ground became the enemy. we could not resist. it was a powerful truth, if it could be called that.
Through A Glass Darkly - 2
The very stars were unreal, dancing freely above them as if stars could be moved so. "ia! ia!"
Thoughtzzz... (can’t sleep...again...)
A thought less than needed, my eyes stay open wide darkness lines my face too deep to hide nights stare at me & the ceiling, waiting till day-break to move too far to find for a while i belittle the whispers as my vision turns unreal, leaving my shadows
Exposing News
Sure, by now he had guessed it was a job proposal, maybe even a good one, but that... that seemed almost unreal to him. "i was sure you would react like that." the elderly badger grinned, happy to get such response from his young assistants.