A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Amanda, you finally decided to answer the phone,” her mom exclaimed after picking up at the first ring. “Where’ve you been, what’ve you been up to?”“Mom, do you remember when I was a kid, I had a friend, he was a Personification of the Sydney Tar Ponds, sort of my imaginary friend?” Mandy asked.“No, what in the name of god are you on about?” her mom sighed in exasperation.”Remember? Only I could see him, but he was real, and he was my best friend when I was eighteen?” Mandy insisted.“No, I don't remember Alec to Sydney Steele at all,” said her mom all too quickly.

— Rebecca McNutt

As an artist suffering from insomnia and working from my apartment, I had artistic freedom to explore and create awesome stuff. I wore a robe and slippers as my work dress code. These are the days when creativity is my best imaginary friend. And I was crazy enough to create what people would call masterpieces.

— Shawn Lukas

Gavin, I can’t talk to you here. People will call me crazy." My imaginary friend smirked. "But you’re already talking to me." "Well, I have to stop." His smirk grew cocky. "I doubt you can resist." And he was right. There was nothing I wanted more than to give my full attention to an imagined shadow and ignore those who ignored me in the real world. I wanted to talk out loud to Gavin―to play and laugh boisterously with him. In a dream I could justify such behavior, but to succumb to hallucinations while wide awake would only prove me insane.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I needed to imagine that one existed for me.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

I don’t like psychiatrists,” Alec to told her. “Not because they don’t think I’m real, but because they have no idea what they’re doing.

— Rebecca McNutt

If you were me you’d do the right thing, help your friends, because you’re not a coward,” Mandy sighed sadly. “I covered up a murder because I was scared to go to jail and I did the wrong thing… well, now’s my chance to do the right thing, to save someone’s life, because I don’t want you to die.”“Save someone’s life? I’m no one,” Alec to laughed morbidly. “A hundred and twelve years is definitely way too long to have survived. You’d be wasting your time and risking your own life….”“This is my life,” Mandy declared, smiling sincerely. Alec to just looked concerned and very doubtful as the rain drizzled down the roads and sidewalks, towards the harbor where it fell into the ocean, indistinguishable from all the other water in the world.

— Rebecca McNutt

I know have lived, so many times, that the only thing I have left to remember is my writing, cause every single moment in life it's already written.

— Piroska Rodriguez

I know what I'm talking about, Alec to! When I think of Mud, I think of the times he wanted to be a coal miner, the times he took Wendy and me sailing in the harbor, the times he showed me how to play soccer, but I forgot all the bullying, and I’ll never understand why. And now you ask me, you ask me what happened once we were in high school. You said you didn’t understand what having a family was like, so ask me!” Mandy was shouting at him without even realizing it, her words sharp and unforgiving.“I….” Alec to started, hesitating for a moment. “You don’t seem like yourself Mandy Valets, not at all….”“No, go ahead! You want to know what having a real family is like?” Mandy snapped, turning to stare at him coldly. “Ask me what happened, I’ll tell you anything you want to know!”“… What happened?” Alec to asked quietly, looking nervous and confused.“I stayed late after school in shop class when I was in grade 9, trying to keep my lousy grades up. I was building a birdhouse, something like that, and that was when Mud and all his popular jock friends came storming in, laughing and swearing like a bunch of pigs,” Mandy continued. “So ask me what happened next.”“I… I don’t want to ask you what happened,” Alec to replied.“Ask me!” Mandy yelled.“Alright, what happened next…?” Alec to questioned.

— Rebecca McNutt

I’m considering keeping the shutters open, even if people are spying on me at night from the apartment across the street. Especially if they are spying on me. It makes me feel less alone. I have a mental camaraderie with that imaginary person and their imaginary gaze. I find myself performing myself for them and exaggerating my facial expressions so they can see me more clearly, like actors project their voices on stage. Furthermore, I’m miming myself.

— Jalina Mhyana