Is Fiction Fake Or Real Novels & Stories

However, until now, I didn’t have any feelings for Siska, but my hatred for her grew more profound. Their assumption was wrong because they read too many romance novels. I wonder why they follow the flow written by the author in real life? Don’t they know how to tell the difference between fiction and real life? I think they all carried away with the novel’s plot and applied it in their daily life. I can only give a faint sigh to those who always think of life as the path they have arranged. But they are not the ones who govern fate and destiny. Sometimes the things you plan didn’t always go the way you planned in your mind.

Ilona asked. "Because that's the reality," "Yes, I know, but you don't need to tell my mother something like that. She will be hopeful and start grilling me with lots of questions," 'Okay, just say that we're just pretending to be dating. "We're just friends," answered Eldian, providing an increasingly difficult solution. "You're crazy! My mother will immediately get angry if she finds out we're just pretending," replied Ilona. "So, let's just make it a reality," said Eldrian.

"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.

Beatrix also looked confused and wrinkled her forehead, "Is what you're telling me about, this is just the premise of your fiction script, right? It's just fiction, right? This can't be reality, can it?" I smiled at her. "I can not believe what you said. Everything coming out of your mouth seems like a narrative story which only lives in fantasy..." said Beatrix. "You are the one who said that imagination can be true, right?" "Yeah.. but like this,,"

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

It made me chuckle. “You're right, it could be a fake. I guess you'll just have to read and find out. You should keep one thing in mind though, you can't fake authenticity. Words written from the heart, from experiences whether good or bad and being able to overcome one's trauma; they can never be untrue.

" That's dumb!" " Creativity was never something to be called dumb. It doesn't have to match reality as it's based on their fictional side. As for fiction, it is actually, a break from reality. Note that it's not easy to get someone out of the real world, to introduce readers, and television audience to another world full of emotions, feeling, and beauty." When " Never think about that way..." He said, then I added. " You never think at all." " How about you re-watch it with e once we go home." He suggests, and I declined his suggestion.

In fact, that was the truth; an unfortunate truth that meant that whenever Kylie interrupted his reading time – which was often – he had to depend on her kindness to get his book back. “What is so fun about this stuff anyway? Nothing they write here is real.” Kylie flipped through the pages of the book with a curious expression on her face. Her swift brain was able to piece its genre together with just a cursory glance. The book in her hand was a fictional one. It spoke of creatures that weren’t real and powers that were clearly fake. Her brother was fond of such books and she didn’t understand why. Why was he so fixated on the unreal instead of the real? Sure the real was difficult to navig

Probably I am hallucinating because I am really tired. I can't tell what is real from what is fake now!

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.