Novel & Cerita Are Novels Always Fiction

During these nineteen years of my life, I have never come across a novel or movie where they show the reality. It's such a great irony that whatever they show never happens in real life. Or perhaps they do, oblivious to the many people all across the world to whom it's just a piece of fiction. We will never ever know. We have these wild imaginations like the avatar, hunger games, twilight saga, fast and furious, and others. I am not ashamed to say that some of the above-mentioned movies are indeed my favorite.

"What do you know about werewolves Janette?" The topic elicits a pang of hunger in me and I blink. What do I know about werewolves? Only the smuttiest, most mind-blowing things ever. "I've read some books on them." "Fiction or nonfiction?" I blink again and take some time to consider. Is there really a nonfiction side to werewolves? Aren't they just a creation of the mind? "All the books I've read on them are novels, mostly in the fiction section. I don't think there's anything nonfictional about werewolves."

"You know nothing about me, Cairen. But I don't read romance. It's cliche.” I have never read a fiction book in my life. It's boring and gives me a headache. “Romance is not cliche. It shows true love and how the characters struggle in the name of love,” I remarked, biting my lips not to laugh. Zach wrinkled his nose like I was saying a nasty thing. "Why is it called fiction? It's not a real thing that happened. I would rather read about things that happened in real life than bullshit imagination," he grumpily said.

He told them. Although Iero doesn’t understand what movies are, he knows what are novels as he read one before which was brought to him by Mahi one time when Mahi visited him when they were in their teens. “Really?!” he exclaimed as his eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Hierro. Hierro thought that even if novels are just fictions, fictions are also based on real life. “Yeah.” he nodded in affirmation. If there were no other ways down below, where would the water of the lake come from? He thought as he stared at the lake.

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

Patting her ‘fro, she answers the question: “Well, if you ask me, I'd say that the line between Fiction and Reality should not be blurred. In real life, no Mafia is going to sweep you off your feet and pamper you like a good girl. Or, treat you like his princess. It's all make-believe. Entertainment. No single Mafia man out there is like the ones that you read about in the pages of my book. Or any book in the Mafia-Billionaire Romance genre for that matter.” Like an obedient puppet, the Interviewer is quick to agree on that take.

Logan asked. Ellis shook her head. “We have fictional videos, too. We call them movies. They tell stories to amuse and entertain, not to inform. Like novels… but on film.” “How confusing! How do people know which is true and which is not?” Leo asked. “We called the real one's documentary. The movies were more popular, though.” “That’s a thing about our culture. Humans prefer fantasy to truth.” Ellis looked down at Mitch’s image on the screen. “Some people here seem to prefer it, too.”

The specific and particular history of people who had been present at large events and had not been the people the large events were usually said to be about. She read novels. The novels were harder to characterize. They were not genre novels and not literary novels in the specific and self-conscious way of novels that were aware of being literary. They were simply good novels, or what appeared, from the evidence of the way she held them, the specific and attentive quality of a woman who was genuinely inside a book rather than processing it, to be good novels. She had read one I recognized. She had read several I did not.

“You should stop reading fiction books. They are just fiction. They don’t teach you anything worthwhile.” Iva smiled at him because she knew that he was upset due to her book-reading habit as she wouldn’t let him get close until she finished the book. “Non fiction does inform the mind, but fiction infiltrates it. One gives you the maps of the world, while the other lets you wander through many worlds from your home. You should try reading some fiction as it sparks original thinking, Dear.” “Pfft, original thinking? How?” Gareth turned his head and stared at her. “Give me one good example?”

he said merrily. He was really excited on my behalf, genuinely excited not just faking it or pretending for my sake. “What do you mean by genre?” I asked sheepishly. “The type of movie you watch is called a genre. There is fiction which means things that don’t usually exist in real life… well, for humans anyway. Some of those things that are classified as fiction are actually quite real in our world, like werewolves” he said while smiling. My eyes widened “They make movies about us?” I asked incredulously.