Does Fiction Mean Fake Novels & Stories

(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.

"So did you go swapping favorite passages from Naughty Nora's latest rampant CP anthologies while dry humping in public across the 'Literature and Theory' aisle?" I felt heat bloom in my cheeks despite myself at his ridiculous extrapolations. "I was just explaining... and it's not her it's her secretary. Some complex themes you'd miss with your typically crude mindset, asshole. Believe it or not, literary fiction can encompass polemical threads beyond mindless objectification." Jake waved a dismissive hand through the air, lips still twitching over my defensive retort about artistic integrity. "Sure, sure. I get it - you were psychoanalyzing the liberating illustrations of feminine desire an

And if he could find those… He might be able to build a fake leak. A decoy. Drop it before the real one. Rewrite the narrative. Rewrite the clock. Rewrite the game.

I say hurriedly with the last thin thread of courage i had left with in me, before I lost the courage to continue the conversation I had started earlier on. "Sorry I do not mean you come of too inquisitive... but what did you mean when you said he used you as a pun.....I mean, a pun in what way?" She asked obviously very interested in my story and I was just telling her the headline which she had probably seen over the tabloid earlier on. " The marriage was fake" I say simply which made her eyes suddenly widen in realization.

He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!" As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately. Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!

“Just look at them. They only have those few things to say, such as me having a mental problem, being indecent, promiscuous, and fooling around with men like the female lead. They insist that the characters in the novel are a reflection of the author. What a joke.” The author chuckled as she went on, “I’m single and I don’t care about men at all. I’ve been traveling around the world. How would I have time to fool around with men? Based on their logic, authors who write ghost stories are ghosts themselves, and those who write murder mysteries and criminals too? How stupid of them.” “Yeah,” Rosalie said. “Novels are all fictional and made-up. Authors write stories based on what they see and he

However, until now, I didn’t have any feelings for Siska, but my hatred for her grew more profound. Their assumption was wrong because they read too many romance novels. I wonder why they follow the flow written by the author in real life? Don’t they know how to tell the difference between fiction and real life? I think they all carried away with the novel’s plot and applied it in their daily life. I can only give a faint sigh to those who always think of life as the path they have arranged. But they are not the ones who govern fate and destiny. Sometimes the things you plan didn’t always go the way you planned in your mind.

I guess ignoring is better. With that decision made, I finally controlled my breathing but felt her holding my hand in a hurry asking, "Does my son like you?" I stared at her in shock while trying to understand what is she trying to ask me and nodded when she repeated the question. "Really? This is not just some fallacy to overcome bad articles that were passed?" she asked and I continued to stare at her in shock. "You know, Aunty?" I asked as I remember everyone saying she shouldn't know about the contract or any of this fake scheme that we fabricated because of those news articles.

Seeing that she wouldn't budge no matter how I asked, I decided to use a more typical means by telling her a fucking made story. Yeah, I had to fake up those little lies just to get her to spew whatever shit, she was refusing to say. And she did, i fucking knew it'd work. She believed the fucking lies; like man, I had never been in a fucking relationship. Women can be too fucking clingy at times, you know. I can't afford to have a bitch sticking her fucking her arms around me all the time. Being tied down to one pussy, is just not my thing.