Does Fiction Mean Real Or Fake Novels & Stories

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

How many things is she going to list? “So you’re telling me that everything in storybooks, all the stuff we were taught isn’t real, actually does exist? Like gnomes and trolls and leprechauns?” He splutters, chuckling. “No, those things really are just stories. But there are a lot of things you see so often in films that do exist. It’s just that people never survive to tell the tale.”

You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction. 'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'

This story contains mature content. It is not advisable for children under 18 to read this. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental This story does not promote violence or hatred. It just shows a dark side. This is a total work of fiction and not related to any real-time experience. Any real-time experience is a coincidence.

When she stops talking and looks up at him he tells her, “I don't care what you read or watch. I just hate werewolf fiction because it is all a bunch of made-up bullshit.” “I guess so, but isn't that why people read it? They know werewolves are not real, but still they love the stories? They can picture it in their minds and for a while, the world is a bigger and far more wondrous place for them. A place where magic exists and there is more to people than the mind can fathom.”

Hе mіght ѕуmраthіѕе rаthеr thаn mock me аbоut mу оbѕеѕѕіоn. “Wеll, I саn’t lеt іt ѕlіdе all thе tіmе, after аll, thеу are fictional guуѕ and I’m the rеаl dеаl. I hаvе to mаkе ѕurе I’m dоіng mу jоb іn ѕhоwіng you that magic dоеѕ hарреn outside thе раgеѕ оf a bооk too.”

How she didn’t mean to go through my phone. She thought I was cheating on her, but still listened to me, when I said Teigan and I were friends, that I wasn’t cheating, I didn’t even know what Teigan looked like or what her real name was. She tried to tell me it was still an emotional relationship, that I was cheating. I told her that if she really felt that way she could leave.

Jake fired back at me as I stood the silence amazed by this level of effrontery. "So, I get attitude in my own house?" I threw the question to no one at all and sat on the couch. "You told me that you and Megan were just partners, so what do we have here?" Jake queried with his phone in my face again. "Oh please, take that away from my face." I implored. "You have probably gotten another fake news from your fake ass sources." I replied. Jake looked at me quietly and busted out into a phase of laughter. He laughed so hard that he clinched his belly and I watched confused, wondering whether I cracked a joke.

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b