Fictional Narrative Ideas Novels & Stories

I could write about an impossible love and make people like it. I didn't take my notebook again, still considering that it was a dangerous creature and that it should be kept at a distance. I began to formulate the story in my head, using situations that had already occurred in my personal life, and creating the ideal and perfect man to get involved with that protagonist full of dreams and life goals. Still lying down, I let my mind take me to another world, which still resembled the real world, in a parallel reality.

People were already creating stories that weren’t even true, and somehow everyone was eating it up. Then an idea suddenly formed inside my head. If everybody wanted a story so badly, I would simply give them a different one. I immediately opened my contacts and created a group chat with a few old school friends. We weren’t exactly close anymore, but they loved gossip and that was all I needed right now. “Ladies, I need a favor,” I typed. “A very important one.” One of them replied almost immediately. “Girl, what are you planning now?” A smile slowly spread across my face while I typed my response. If I was going to do this, I had to do it properly.

The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether. They say that if you want something to materialize, keep on mentioning, thinking, and writing them down. Despite everything, there's still not a single update about him except for a very few old information that she received from people who had contact with him way back. Hyun made an accurate observation. She could've written a love story with a happy ending – the one that sells to many but chose not to. Sad ending in a story is not new but she has many reasons for using it. Readers and viewers must be reminded that

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head. I continued walking and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. But there was nothing, though. That’s it. Grandma's stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on fiction about creatures similar to it. I’ve been submitting more entries to the same ol’ publisher that has rejected every of my written pieces. I just didn’t know how to give up. Not yet. I knew I was born to be a well-known writer. And I swear that to the moon!

C H A P T E R 1 0 : T H E S T A T E O F M I N D Truth depends upon the intensity of imagination, not upon facts. Neville Goddard. ~ Right after I tried and failed to convince Bob to take on the new story instead of Toby’s, I find myself once again behind the wheel again on the way to the orphanage. I need to gain more information about Juliet Matthias, her life at the orphanage, and where she is right now. I have to prove to Bob that this story is bigger and more interesting than Toby’s. Something, call it writer’s intuition, tells me that the nurse will be helpful in gaining this information.

Endless tomes of geography were nestled in between, their spines a mosaic of colors and fonts, whispering stories of the world's vast and varied past. With increasing velocity, I typed through the pages of the novel, my hands dancing over the keyboard with an almost supernatural speed. Composing it had been astonishingly straightforward, as if the words materialized unbidden from my mind. Maybe the task was so fluid because I wrote of what I understood most intimately: the secretive world of the Fae. I embellished it generously, scattering bits of knowledge about other mythical creatures throughout the narrative and allowing them to intertwine with the main thread, creating an intricate tape

She felt a deep connection to the heart of her creativity, a wellspring of ideas and emotions waiting to be shared with the world. In this mystical world of dreams, Mama Hazel's thoughts intertwined with the whispers of stories past, present, and future. The characters she had created, the worlds she had imagined, danced before her eyes in a dazzling display of color and light. Each tale sang its own melody, each narrative a chapter in the grand tapestry of her imagination.

She sighed, “I’m exhausted Consuela but I have so many good ideas and storylines. Usually, I can float a few ideas around, pick one and then dedicate myself to it. I’m not one of those who can write more than one story at a time. I dedicate myself to the one. This time though I have so many ideas and I can’t pick one to go with and I want to write “Give me your top three. We can work on it.” “Space cowboy and mafia princess.” “Doesn’t that feel a bit close to home?” “No. Close to home would be my idea for a mafia princess who gets sucked into a video game and ends up with a half-ape, half-man hybrid who needs to protect her from the bad guys in the video game. When she wins the game, her pri

Martina came and sat beside Keith. “Leave me alone” Grumbled Keith. “I need money! Bring me grocery if you want food.” Martina stood up and took Victoria along with her. Keith was so disturbed that he didn’t want to pay attention to his daughters and his wife. The greed in his heart caused all the problems. The thought of having more even when he had enough. He wanted to hide or run away. He decided to go to the shop because he wanted to see if the matter was sorted out or not. Keith didn’t go inside the shop but passed in front of it because he thought the shop must be closed.