Does Fiction Mean Real Or Fake Novels & Stories

sabi niya saka tumayo na. I can't still process everything. Everything seems so impossible. It's like something I didn't expect to happen. I've read a lot of fiction but nothing compares to this reality. The reality is scary. Reading books is like stepping into the world of fiction, but if you close the book again, you'll be back to the reality where the things in the book is less likely to happen in real life. "Cap," bati ni Jungle. I know it's Fauve. I can smell his scent.

(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?

Some looked between the fakes and us, eyes full of terror — unable to tell which was real, which was shadow, which was truth. The fake me saw us then, and smiled — cold and triumphant. He stepped forward, matching my every movement, every gesture. “Ah — here they come. The real ones. Or so they claim. Tell me — how do you know? How do you know this man is not the one who thinks you are nothing? How do you know this woman is not using you all? How do you know they are not the same as us — only better at hiding it?” He laughed, loud and sharp.

The particular quality of a person who has received confirmation of something they needed to know and can now proceed. "Can I ask you something about writing?" he said. "Yes," she said. "How do you know when something is true?" he said. "Not factually true — I mean true in the way your book is true. When you're writing something that isn't real, that is made up, how do you know if it's true in the way that matters?" She thought about this seriously.

he then leans in close to my ear from behind and whispers, "Now you are either a mated slave that has a very generous Master-Mate to have you dressed in what I guess was a very beautiful and expensive dress, or you are a mated slave that is a thief... So, my dear, which one is it? A precious slave or a thief?" I don't answer him as I am neither. I am no one's slave and I am not a thief. Only my silence seems to anger him. He moves from behind me, walking around to stand once more in front of me. He then asks again,

“And we need answers that align.” I paused. “…Align?” “Yes.” I exhaled slowly, the realization settling in. “You mean we need a story.” “Correct.” I let out a humorless laugh. “So we’re officially building a fake relationship now.” "It's more like building a narrative.” Quin corrected. “Call it whatever you want, it’s still a lie.” “It’s a controlled version of events.” I rolled my eyes. “You really have a way of making everything sound less insane than it actually is.”

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

she said almost laughing. “That’s why they are called fiction sis, that’s just the writer’s imagination these things don’t happen in real life Jenny,” she said, “did I hear your laughter,” “No baby, did I ? She said giggling. “I hate you fool,” she said laughing out loud also. “If I were you I’ll seduce him, you like him anyway,” she added again, rubbing salt on my wounds.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION NAMES, CHARACTERS, BUSINESS, PLACES, EVENTS, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER THE PRODUCT OF THE AUTHORS IMAGINATION OR USE IN A FICTITIOUS MANNER. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, BUSINESS ESTABLISHMENTS, EVENTS, OR LOCALS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME "Funny how you think I fell into your trap," He said laughing.

His wife was worrying needlessly again. "Honey," he began, "I am not lying. Let me explain about this world. You are aware that in the Human Realm, abstract will always be abstract and concrete will always be concrete, am I right?" "Yes, you're right because that is its reality," Jennet responded as a matter of fact. "Indeed, because it is its reality. But, honey, in Fantasy Realm, concrete and abstract can change at any time. Meaning to say, anything is possible to happen because abstract can be concrete and concrete can be abstract."