Is Fiction Real Or Not Novels & Stories

I told him, in a humble way. "Maybe, you'll find something there." He gestured with his index finger. I walked over to them. My eyes never stopped on one title. "Don't you have something fiction? Or something like werewolves, Vampires?" "I don't keep what's not real." His brows drew together one more time. "Fair. But It takes you away from all the stress and troubles of your life." I told him. "I'll tell someone to fill that section for you." He said.

He replied, "All books are fiction." "Not all." "You know what I mean." He shook his head, as I continued. "I like stories that take me somewhere else," I said, "Stories that make me forget reality exists and make me paint pictures in my head. His eyes flickered briefly. "That explains the paintings." I nodded. "It helps." "So, you're one of those romance people that enjoys all those ridiculous stories.” He said, “Where girl meets boy, girl hates boy. And then by some silly ass miracle, they both love each other at the end of the day.”

His gaze is obviously showing that he looks down on Rai regarding this matter. But Rai just carelessly shrugged. “If it was before, then I definitely do not (believe in fairy tales).” He answered. “But, what happened to us now?” he said as he motioned to his female body. Shane froze as he now recalled it. He looked at his own female body which is the biggest evidence that fairy tales might really exist. Because fiction was based on reality. And this matter that could only be read in fiction happened to them in reality. Thus, what Rai said was a big wake up call to Shane.

I wanted to listen to the pleasantries of his voice before dozing off. "I want to know is Bigfoot even real?" Alex's chest bounced as he chuckled over what I had said. "I think I'm better off telling you about realism instead of fictitious tale's created by humans," although I couldn't see his face I could tell Alex was smiling through his words. "Noted, Bigfoot is not real." I whispered. "You know what, I do have a story to tell you." I smiled at his enthusia

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

This story is entirely fictional. All places, names, characters, and settings of the novel are entirely fictional. They are in no way tied to real world events, or ongoing situations, besieged by the current society, although similarities can occur from time to time, during reading. By reading this novel, you do not hold the author responsible.

“Did that magical chamber took your Uncle to a fairyland? Did he already saw the what they called, fairyland?” “Uhm…” “No, right? So how did this chamber exist when it was just a myth, a story to satisfy kids and make them believe that magic exists. We’ve been there, but this is a realistic world. And magic like turning you into a frog, and one kiss from a prince, you shift back, doesn’t exist.” She heaved a deep sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” “Of course, I am—” “But Uncle Flavio stories are pretty convincing—”

Each sentence sent electric shocks down my nerves and I had to admit that she somehow made me uncomfortable and nervous too. I smiled slightly and lowered my gaze. She hesitated a little and then asked. "Prince, this book is fiction or real?" She asked looking at my face. I lifted my gaze and I didn't have any alternative rather than telling the truth. "It's real, Abhi. This happens between every husband and wife" Her face turned shocked, red and she instantly looked down. I could feel that she felt that shiver too. We both became silent for a moment and then suddenly she said.

"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.

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.