Characteristics Of Fantasy Fiction 소설 & 이야기

Finally, little by little, they ended up together. This is an undeniably good story. Lei’s favorite genre has always been fantasy. He especially like those fantasy novels where he can enjoy the process of the character's growth, chapter by chapter. It gives him the feeling of being with the main character, venturing the danger and growing along with him. Lei smiled in satisfaction. As he was about to read the first chapter, something inexplicably came to his mind. He frowned, scrutinizing the book closely. He began to read the synopsis again from the beginning. Upon reading it twice, he suddenly fell into a deep thought.

Note to Readers: This book is a slow burn romance. There will be loads of description of emotions, feelings and actions throughout the book reaching to the climax. If that's not something you think you enjoy, then a heads up before you move forward and buy chapters. Also, some concepst may not rely real world scenarios, as its a fantasy story that may tend to happen in the book. Otherwise thank you for giving the a book a try and I truly hope you enjoy it. Chapter One: We're Going To The Kingdom

One word popped up in his head, [Orcs! This world had Goblins, so why not Orcs? He tried to remember everything he could about Orcs from his previous world. There were some discrepancies between western fantasy and eastern fantasy when it came to Orcs. Eastern fantasy usually depicted Orcs as big pig like humanoids. However in western fantasy, especially Tolkien, Orcs were corrupted Elves. [Tusks are more of a pig feature, but other than that she was pretty humanoid. If it wasn't for her bulging muscles mixed with excessive fat in some areas, she could even be somewhat attractive.] Having this thought made Will shudder even more, having lived in a civilized world, the very idea of forcing hi

God knows I spend more time inside the fictional worlds I create than I do in the real one. So maybe this is just… that. This is just my brain taking something small and stretching it into something bigger, darker, more dramatic. Something that isn’t there. Writers are already labeled as dreamers, Overthinkers and delusional people. We’re seen as people who create problems just so they can solve them. And I refuse…..I refuse to let a fantasy override my common sense. It’s either that…Or I go mad. And I’m not ready to unpack that kind of madness yet.

Sometimes you catch their lies, their raw nature of fantasy, and despite the choice of waking up, you sleep, crafting the story, designing the setting, consciously adding emotions you could never experience in real life. This time it was her home back in India where he had first made an unwelcome intrusion, keeping her on the edge of window before ruining her holiness. In her dreams he would still be the villain, twisted and arrogant, he'd bend her down to his wishes, whispering dirty things in her ear. And unlike she held onto her personality in real life, in fantasy she'd let a sly smile at his actions, pleased by his cocky masculinity, finding a strange pleasure in his diabolical ways. He

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.