Does Fiction Mean Fake Novels & Stories

Lia replied. "Well, for me it doesn't. What really is the difference between a fake and a true smile? It's just an expression. It doesn't mean anything. It's on you to decide how you will look in my smile. If you think that it's true, then it's true. If you think that it is just a fake, then so be it. " "Behind my smile is everything that you'll never understand," Akisha added "Then why are you always smiling?" I asked.

It made me chuckle. “You're right, it could be a fake. I guess you'll just have to read and find out. You should keep one thing in mind though, you can't fake authenticity. Words written from the heart, from experiences whether good or bad and being able to overcome one's trauma; they can never be untrue.

Beatrix also looked confused and wrinkled her forehead, "Is what you're telling me about, this is just the premise of your fiction script, right? It's just fiction, right? This can't be reality, can it?" I smiled at her. "I can not believe what you said. Everything coming out of your mouth seems like a narrative story which only lives in fantasy..." said Beatrix. "You are the one who said that imagination can be true, right?" "Yeah.. but like this,,"

Kayla's grandmother and two uncles stood before me and questioned me. "Where's the ring?" I instinctively covered my hand. An idea flashed through my mind, and I quickly lied to my grandmother-in-law, Eleanor Sanford. "Grandma, to be honest, I'm allergic to the ring. I can't wear it." Before I could finish speaking, I was struck with a cane.

" That's dumb!" " Creativity was never something to be called dumb. It doesn't have to match reality as it's based on their fictional side. As for fiction, it is actually, a break from reality. Note that it's not easy to get someone out of the real world, to introduce readers, and television audience to another world full of emotions, feeling, and beauty." When " Never think about that way..." He said, then I added. " You never think at all." " How about you re-watch it with e once we go home." He suggests, and I declined his suggestion.

"You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think." There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel. "It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books." "And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.

He continues explaining the tasks that we’ll need to complete, but I can’t hear a thing anymore. It was hard for me to pay attention to anything work-related today. After our girls’ night out on Friday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Michelle’s suggestion, since it seems to be the only option for me to keep my apartment. What would the outcome be if I decided to go through with the fake marriage idea? What are the risks if the immigration office finds out I’ve committed marriage fraud? I avoided searching for information online about the topic how not to be tagged as a potential criminal. I’ve always been a good girl, following the rules. I recycle, always pay for breakfast bars

He said to her. "This is not real right?" She said. "That man... I mean that red-haired man... Lewis...Means... Is it not fiction?" She said. "Fiction? What fiction? Tell me!" He persisted to ask her. "......" [ To be continued... ]

My face suddenly brightened when I tasted them. "These are so good," I said, and he just smiled. "Auggie, where are your parents?" "They are abroad. Sometimes, it is very lonely that I am all alone here." I suddenly recalled what happened last night. I thought I was going to die. I thought God already granted my wish of living in The Yarn. I call it that way because my fictitious world is like tangled yarn. You have to untangle everything just to discover what has been hidden. You are probably thinking that why I prefer to live in fiction. Unlike reality, you could create your own plot. It is like writing a story. You have to think about the sequence of events for you to create a story that

These are the unbelievable, untruthful verities popularized by some of the fiction writers by introducing unreal events, human beings, and unusual, odd lifestyles through their works they had normalized such concepts. Reality is different. Far different from what's being told in such stories. I tried to give reasons to myself. 'No, I don't have any powers.' I said inwardly. Assuring myself that it's all a lie. "But…!" A doubt rose its head inside my chest causing a slight yet sweet aching. I closed my eyes, gradually tending to shut everything disturbing my mind. "Why the heck is he getting all the attention of these girls? … I'll lure him into the trap of my sweet lies and will take the sec