Is Fiction Fake Or Real Novels & Stories

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

“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.”

Sikandar affirmed. Aarif scoffed, “So what if the world is destroyed? It never existed in the first place.” “It does exist in a fictional sense,” Sikandar countered, “What’s happening may be fictional but our thoughts and feelings are real.” “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? How can something be fictional and real?” “I know how you feel.” “No, you don’t.” “You are confused, angry, scared, hopeless. Everything seems pointless now. Nothing looks worth living for anymore.”

he said merrily. He was really excited on my behalf, genuinely excited not just faking it or pretending for my sake. “What do you mean by genre?” I asked sheepishly. “The type of movie you watch is called a genre. There is fiction which means things that don’t usually exist in real life… well, for humans anyway. Some of those things that are classified as fiction are actually quite real in our world, like werewolves” he said while smiling. My eyes widened “They make movies about us?” I asked incredulously.

'Why is that even funny?' 'Because, humans wouldn't know the truth if it hit them in the face like a tsunami,' he said. 'Truth is nothing but fiction, told by the greatest storytellers this world has ever known. Of course, they were also the best liars, but that's the real secret to great story-telling, isn't it? Possessing the ability to make people believe you. Stories become truths so powerful that people forget that the tale itself was so fantastical, it couldn't possibly have been real. Serpents and apples. Building a massive boat full to the brim with every species of animal known to man. Five thousand people turning up to your dinner party when you only have five loaves of bread and t

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.

When she stops talking and looks up at him he tells her, “I don't care what you read or watch. I just hate werewolf fiction because it is all a bunch of made-up bullshit.” “I guess so, but isn't that why people read it? They know werewolves are not real, but still they love the stories? They can picture it in their minds and for a while, the world is a bigger and far more wondrous place for them. A place where magic exists and there is more to people than the mind can fathom.”

“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.”

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.

“Then how can she say it so confidently? Why would someone lie about something like that?” His jaw flexed again. “Because she’s desperate about something, Because maybe she feels something, and she’s twisting it into what she wants it to be. But that doesn’t make it real. You want to know what’s real?” He leaned a little closer, our foreheads nearly touching. “This. What we feel. What we are. That’s real.” “So, it's not possible?” “No! Although, there are other instances…”