Does Fiction Mean Fake Novels & Stories

he spoke without hesitation. Everybody seemed perplexed by his answer. He was a fantasy writer. How many personal real-life experiences could have happened? “How is that possible?” The same girl asked, mimicking my thoughts. “You’re a fantasy author, so your writing is fiction.” “It depends on your definition of fiction. I have a broader sense of the word. What makes something fiction? Just because you can’t see something with your eyes, doesn’t make it not real.” “Like air…” I found myself talking softly from the back of the room, getting Joseph’s attention.

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

She spoke with a cold, hard edge to her voice as she slammed the book shut and flung it onto the bed. "People tell themselves what they wish to believe, constructing falsehoods to fit their own desires, when in reality...' Her voice trailed off, and he finished the sentence for her: "it simply isn't true." Doubt and disappointment crept into her expression, and she seemed lost in thought for a moment. Was it possible that all of Lord's writers were fakes? Could Lord himself be a fraud? It couldn't be true. Lord was a critically acclaimed writer, an icon in his field.

Ilona asked. "Because that's the reality," "Yes, I know, but you don't need to tell my mother something like that. She will be hopeful and start grilling me with lots of questions," 'Okay, just say that we're just pretending to be dating. "We're just friends," answered Eldian, providing an increasingly difficult solution. "You're crazy! My mother will immediately get angry if she finds out we're just pretending," replied Ilona. "So, let's just make it a reality," said Eldrian.

“What is it?” I clicked on her post.All right, I said to myself. It loaded slowly. Too slowly. “Come on…” I muttered. Then it appeared. A message. Short. Sharp. Defensive. I have been reading fake lyrics online. I want to make it very clear that people are trying to manipulate unfinished ideas and make them appear to be what they are not. Don’t believe everything you read. I gazed at the screen. My chest tightened. I saw it, I said to her.

“What is this? I told you we just need a brief description. I didn’t ask you to make up some bullshit story.” “I added some colour-” “You didn’t add colour,” he interrupts the writer. “You wrote a whole fucking horror story. When did any of our children die? We didn’t pick up exploded elders in the forest. Everything we say needs to be believable. This is not.” “I’m sorry, your highness,” the woman says. “I write fiction, not-” “Do better next time,” Johnathan interrupts and shoves the folder back in her hands. “Who has the fact sheet about this man?”

My readers loved her. I had also continued to accept reader submissions for ‘Worst Wednesday,’ which had developed a small popularity of it’s own. Occasionally, I came across a submission that seemed obnoxiously fake. There were certain things that made for pretty obvious clues. I’d laugh, and I never posted one that seemed too phony, but the irony occasionally caused me to stop and think; was I not guilty of the same thing? Perhaps I was just better at concealing my crime.

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

(FACADE) FAÇADE. The words mean someone wearing a mask, a false reality someone is pretending to be. A lie and the very untrue theme of someone who wanted to hide something or be somebody else they want to be yet they could not. To the human realm, in human nature and the very freedom of choice, God gifted mankind, with HIS love and unmeasurable patience to his creations will one who is wearing a mask can conceal the darkness that he had inside? What if one would tell that wearing one is for the sake of the many? Is the white lie still considered as a sin?

I thought one wasnt supposed to cheat in relationships, if you do it, i'll do it. Noooo! I've never cheated on anyone before, I wouldn't do that, not even to you... Altho this is a fake relationship, I wouldn't do that Erm.. this isn't a fake relationship. This is real, this is very, very real. a short term thing , i give you that but isn't fake, I'm being honest with you, I'm being 100% real with you, I'm showing you who I am and I'm letting you in, don't tell me that you've thought that how I've been a lie. don't insult me like that.