Is Fiction Real Or Not Novels & Stories

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,,"

“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.”

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

How many things is she going to list? “So you’re telling me that everything in storybooks, all the stuff we were taught isn’t real, actually does exist? Like gnomes and trolls and leprechauns?” He splutters, chuckling. “No, those things really are just stories. But there are a lot of things you see so often in films that do exist. It’s just that people never survive to tell the tale.”

This story contains mature content. It is not advisable for children under 18 to read this. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental This story does not promote violence or hatred. It just shows a dark side. This is a total work of fiction and not related to any real-time experience. Any real-time experience is a coincidence.

"They're just a work of fiction." "But if they are a work of fiction, then the writer must have picked it up somewhere, right? All stories come from a certain origin. The writer must have either seen a real vampire or werewolf or must have read something about them." I stood there frozen. Despite how little Stella was, she's actually wise.

I steadied my breathing, “Do you know that if you put in the same energy you use to read into school, you’d be a grade A student.” She stuck out her tongue at me in retaliation. “You really need to read this one; it’s about fairies and werewolves,” she gushed, “I can’t wait to meet an actual fairy.” “Fairies don’t exist, Leslie,” I said in a bored tone. “Of course they do,” she argued, “If they didn’t then why would people write about them?” “Because it’s a myth, and it’s fantasy, it sells well.” “Every myth is based on truth,”

“This is only the latest incarnation, the visible part of the story if you will, like the tip of an iceberg showing above the water. The rest of the story resides with its teller and the footage will want to join it, so it will take you there.” “But what happens when I get there? What’s this Mr Isimud going to do? I mean if he trapped Melissa in his story and made her a character, he’s not just going to hand her over is he?” “Have you ever read a story where that happens?” “No, but this isn’t a story, it’s actually happening.” “Are you entirely sure of that?” “Are you saying I’m hallucinating all of this?” “No that’s not what I’m saying at all, I’m asking what you know about fiction?”

After all, every person is unique like Rayene was funny and out going but Henry was a smiling person who could laugh at your baddest jokes but couldn't crack one himself. "Okay, so in our world we don't have real vampires like here. But, we have stuff that works on engines and there are even books on people like you." "So, it's your ancestry that no longer exists?" I asked as little confused. "No! No! They are fictional characters!" "What's fictional characters?" "Well, they are something that exists only in your imagination. And, then you put those imaginative characters on paper. And, boom! Fictional characters are born." Rayene explained while moving her hands in all directions while I no

The particular quality of a person who has received confirmation of something they needed to know and can now proceed. "Can I ask you something about writing?" he said. "Yes," she said. "How do you know when something is true?" he said. "Not factually true — I mean true in the way your book is true. When you're writing something that isn't real, that is made up, how do you know if it's true in the way that matters?" She thought about this seriously.