How To Spell Fiction Novels & Stories

Time seemed to be moving more slowly as we drew nearer to the water beneath us. 3. Winning my sixth grade spelling bee... I tried blocking out the excruciating pain screaming at me in my ear, every second we were plunging further and further down. 4. Art classes with Miss Miller... The blocking worked and I felt the contact with the water as our car fell in. 5. Bedtime stories with my grandmother... I jerked forward at the impact it created 6. Becoming class president in fourth grade... The impact was so strong I could feel my neck crack as it got jerked back.

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

"You know nothing about me, Cairen. But I don't read romance. It's cliche.” I have never read a fiction book in my life. It's boring and gives me a headache. “Romance is not cliche. It shows true love and how the characters struggle in the name of love,” I remarked, biting my lips not to laugh. Zach wrinkled his nose like I was saying a nasty thing. "Why is it called fiction? It's not a real thing that happened. I would rather read about things that happened in real life than bullshit imagination," he grumpily said.

I know what I am about to tell you doesn’t make sense right now, but in time, it will. I loved you then, and I love you now. When all of this comes down and you feel like your world is changing upside down, know that my love will be the only thing that won’t change. Until we meet again. Love, Mr. Fiction. I blink. Once. Twice. Then I reread the letter, word by word until the words were engraved in my mind, and yet I still have no idea what is it about. Who on Earth is Mr. Fiction? And what is this letter about? Why did he call me Jules? My name is Julie and though Jules can make a cute nickname, no one has ever called me Jules, not even my parents or family. Is this letter even for me?

Anastacius asked but I'm too busy in cursing author that those words just slipped out of my mouth. "Fuck you." I said staring at the sky cursing that so called damned author making such an idiotic cringey story where everyone falls in love with innocent Daphne. Well Fuck that author and Fuck that Daphne. "Woah, you really want to do that?" My eyes widened in horror recalling the fact that I've done it again. When will stop making myself a clown. "No, no. It was no that type of fuc-" "I know. It's a decent type of Fuck isn't it." He tilted his head smirking and all I could do was to just let out an awkward chuckle. God I just want to walk straight and land on the ground floor by jumping off t

I was once again forced to speak to the man who broke my heart into a million pieces… I stopped writing and frowned at my words. I shook my head and deleted it. I don’t want to write yet another post about Brian. I thought about something Joseph had said on the first day of class and I started to grow inspired. Trying again I wrote: What is fiction? What defines fiction? Does it count as fiction if you’ve never seen something? Just because you’ve never seen a unicorn, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It just means you’ve never seen it. The idea that there could be otherworldly creatures living amongst us is crazy to me because it’s always seemed like such fiction. But as I grow older, and I ex

Sighed my dad. "Aww. Don't be sad. You've got a wife that is much prettier. And don’t worry. I'll take good care of you. Alright?” “What do you mean by saying “Much prettier” Fumed Anna. “If you're saying that you'll replace our mom then let me tell you that it's never going to happen!” “No dear I didn’t----” “Anna go to your room!” My father interrupted Caroline as she tried to clarify the matter. Anna ran from the hallway with teary eyes.

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.

“Especially when they’re built on truth.” A faint, condescending smile touched her lips. “Truth is such a malleable concept, don’t you find? Often confused with sentimentality and… well, fiction.” Her eyes locked with mine, a direct challenge. “I read your little blog post. A very moving story. A work of fiction, of course, but moving nonetheless.” I could feel Arthur tense beside me. The entire room was holding its breath. “It’s interesting you should mention fiction,” I said, not breaking eye contact. I gestured to the mosaic. “This phoenix, for example. It’s a powerful myth. Rising from the ashes. But it’s not the only powerful story about rising from ruin, is it?”