Books On Reality Novels & Stories

Kharyn said. “Then, I will read this now.” Zenus and Kharyn exchanged glances. And they nodded. Both appeared uneasy. WHEN Eleand reached his room, he immediately changed his clothes. His wings were nowhere in sight. He hurriedly looked at the old book, and it seemed to talk with him for some reason. The texts inside must have had a significant amount of magic. It was utterly different compared to the books he had used. Read me. He knew that wasn’t hallucinations. The book talked in his mind!

The appearance is fleeting. The appearance is vivid. The appearance is dreamlike. All accurate. None definitive. Because the appearance is not the reality. The appearance is the reality appearing. The reality never appears. The reality never disappears. The reality is the appearing itself. Without the itself. This. The light that needs no name. The love that needs no object. The being that needs no subject. The reality that needs no appearance. The truth that needs no proof. The home that needs no arrival. The self that needs no recognition.

I had never imagined that my book would be of interest to the film industry, and now here I was, discussing the possibility of a movie adaptation with a producer. But as the conversation went on, I began to feel a twinge of anxiety. Sarah didn't know that the book was based on my own real-life experiences. She didn't know that I had lived through the struggles and triumphs that I had written about. And I wasn't sure if I was ready to share that with her.

"I gave you the 'Ache' because I wanted to see if you could find the 'Truth' in a world of 'Blueprints'. And you did. You 'Heresied' the Gallery. You 'Unindexed' the North. You've outgrown the 'Genre'." "Then why are we still here?" Lyra shrieked, her sapphire eyes bright with a soul-shattering clarity. "Why is our son still being used as a battery for the 'Reader's' curiosity?" "Because the 'Reader' is the only thing that keeps the North 'Real', Lyra," the Author said, stopping in front of her. "In the 'Real World', stories only exist when they are being read. If the audience 'Disconnects', the North becomes 'Null Space'. It’s not an Archive; it’s a 'Nothingness'. I can't save you from that

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

and he wishes to understand a bit more so he can compare it to Alex and everything Alex is. The task itself sounds complicated but it’s only after collecting twenty different psychology, sociology, anthropology and literature books that it dawns on him how unreal the task he has given himself is. Right away, he discards all the books having to deal with human evolution since Alex is already modeled after a Homo sapien. “I think therefore I am,” says Descartes. “Our world is not the ‘real’ one,” says Plato. “What we see isn’t real. We must attain a higher level of understanding to surpass what we are taught is reality.”

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

I surrounded myself with books that didn't help me face the reality I had, and taught me to run away from reality. "Izzy, these books are nice, but I realized that these books are one of the holds that Rian has on me. My mind isn't as stable or as positive as it should be, and I need to change that," Izzy was just quiet as she listened to me as I spoke while giving her the books to pile in the boxes.

"I found it. The original binding." Marina appeared instantly. "Impossible. The Chain of Reality is theoretical—" "It's in the Void. Or the Void is in it. Both. Neither." I struggled with language that couldn't contain what I'd experienced. "It's what makes reality real. What forces choice between existence and non-existence." "And?" Kieran asked through our restored but transformed bond. "It has six more links. Six more seals." I looked at the Watchers, who had materialized without anyone noticing. "But breaking them doesn't destroy reality. It just makes reality optional."

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"