Is Fiction Real Or Not Novels & Stories

“So I guess you knowing it should be enough for you. You probably wouldn’t read a romance novel even if you had a gun pointed to your head.” “It’s all fiction,” he replied her. “Unrealistic fiction. And if I may ask, what good thing comes out of reading them? Illusions. They paint illusions in the head of young teenagers and adults too, I fear. They pull you out of reality and instead allow you dwell in your delusions for hours and hours. And at the end what happens? Wasted time. Unproductivity alongside disappointment when the harsh reality comes knocking on their door.” “Wow,” Emily couldn’t believe her ears. “You know, you sounded like you know much about fiction. Romance to be precise.”

“After seeing what I am, you should not be so hard on yourself. It would surprise you to find out how many inexplicable things are in this world!” The certainty of his words totally disarmed me, especially since lately I didn’t really know what was real and what wasn’t. Everything in my life was fiction, so why shouldn’t I think there was such a hybrid somewhere around us? “Let’s just say I think she or he exists. What makes you think it will give you the blood? After all, it would be some kind of supply body, right? For consumption. I don’t think there are so many people like that, or are there?”

She put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear as she waited for him to say more. "…and?" She questioned taking a sip from her black coffee. "My question is to what extent would someone have to be hurt to write such pieces of work?" Leith looked at her by the skin of one's teeth, it made her uncomfortable. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Writing is purely fiction." She tried to cover up the mini nervous breakdown down she had just had in her head. "I assure you darling, I have been reading for a long time and I have criticized one of the best authors right now in the business and I'm not going to be ignorant enough to say it's purely fiction." He said his gaze focused sorely

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."

That's what he wanted. "Okay...so first question. Whatever is written in these books is real, right? I mean these are not fictional? She sounded so unsure that Azraiel wanted to laugh. He controlled the laughter bubbling in his throat while she continued to play with the pen and paper in her hand. "No...they are not fictional. Everything that is written in these books is true." Azraiel answered her, leaning back in his chair to create some space between them; both for the sake of her nerves and his sanity.

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.