Fiction Is Real Novels & Stories

But in the same article, it was also written that all these creatures are fictional and there was no evident proof to suggest that they exist in reality. The line between reality and fiction has been thinned out. The concepts of reality no longer seemed solid, and the talks of fiction no longer sounded imaginative. Reality and fiction were blending together. And I didn't know what belonged where. Next day, for the first class of self-defense, we were all gathered in the gymnasium. The instructor relayed to us that getting onto the defense tricks, we needed to work on our punches and kicks. I was assigned a punching bag to practice on. The damn thing was as hard as concrete. I punched it and

I know she'll think that I'm insane and I don't care! "So, you mean, you came from a parallel world?" "Yes, it seems so," she held her stomach and laugh out loud as if she's wearing a big-time joke. It took her a minute to stop. "Sorry for that, Amira, are you serious? Honestly, I can't believe what I'm hearing right now. The things you said only happen in the fictional world, in the comic, in a movie, in a book." "I know it's unbelievable but believe me, I'm telling you the truth. And this world...this is fictional."

“Did that magical chamber took your Uncle to a fairyland? Did he already saw the what they called, fairyland?” “Uhm…” “No, right? So how did this chamber exist when it was just a myth, a story to satisfy kids and make them believe that magic exists. We’ve been there, but this is a realistic world. And magic like turning you into a frog, and one kiss from a prince, you shift back, doesn’t exist.” She heaved a deep sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” “Of course, I am—” “But Uncle Flavio stories are pretty convincing—”

Either I’m losing it…Or I’m not. And somehow, neither option feels comforting. I drag in a slow breath, trying to ground myself. “Maybe It’s just your imagination,” I whisper out to myself. Because that would make the most sense. It has to. Because the alternative? The alternative is that I’m not imagining anything at all. And that thought… That thought is enough to make something cold slide down my spine. So I choose logic. I have to. Because if I don’t then I’m just blurring the lines between my reality and the things I write. God knows I spend more time inside the fictional worlds I create than I do in the real one.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"It was only a demonstration of what's about to come." *** This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, incidents and locations are products of the author's imagination. They don't have any affects in real life. Any resemblance to any living and dead or any events is totally coincidental.

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”