Is Fiction Real Or Not Novels & Stories

The two thought that out. Then the girls walked away except Nami. Leah sat back at her seat with no resentment. She just wanted to tell them but how come? They wouldn’t believe her because fictional are fictions. : Of course they won't believe me. How come a character would really appear? : Aren’t they called fiction, right? Leah also thought of this. She believes it was true but her heart was left unanswered, clueless and troubled about this mystery. [Mysterious] : Maybe it's not true? I'm sorry. I'm sorry; it's my fault to tell this kind of thing. Okay?

If he were to fabricate a story, does he have to make me look like a fool in it? "So, it's not true?" Helena is confused, staring back and forth between us. I can't blame the poor girl, I don't even know why she'll believe such an elaborately told lie. She should have been able to sniff through it and discern that it was just a fabricated story. Who meets like that in real life? This isn't a romance novel.

But what about measurable, scientific, real reality? He glanced my way, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. — Paranormal fiction exploded in the early 21st century. Do vampires exist? You shapeshifters, superheroes with supernatural powers, do ghosts really exist? I doubt that Does anyone care if they exist or not. The truth is that people are actually having fun reading and writing about them! Damien leaned forward, Thunder Struck in his hands. — The heart of a book is the hero. It has to be strong, it has to be larger than life in

I shook my head, still smiling and said, “That's ridiculous. They are made-up creatures by humans.” I could tell by the look of Sara and Kiara that they were kind of disappointed hearing my reply. But what else was I supposed to say? I couldn’t tell them werewolves were real and not break their bubble. How can werewolves exist in real life? Werewolves, vampires, zombies — these were only fictional. Period. ###

Isn’t up there But commotion of noise Is also a lie Believe in the taste Of truth That should always be there The disagreements with bible The floods of affair unfair What they call as love Doesn’t usually exists Both sides Swell up there Go count your own Chickens How many were produced How many are still there Why blame the humans To control their every affair Bounded by religion No one will be free In free world Always there When you were to grow Religion trapped you In life’s unwanted affair A caged world Beneath a free sky Everything here Is part of discipline affair Even the car of choice Is one that each one Uses Not the one That most pleases We think like the other We compare to the

“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?”

“I knew that you were a greedy person but I didn’t know that you could take anyone’s life for your own concern! I will not let you live until I see you in the prison” “I didn’t kill him! it was just an accident” Keith started hesitating. “Stop lying you greedy man! You’re a thief and a murderer! All you love is money!” Henry accused. Keith slammed the door and went back in. “You didn’t go to work today? Asked his little daughter Victoria. “No.” “Why and who was on the door?” Martina came and sat beside Keith.

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Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

“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…”