Is Fiction Real Or Not Real Novels & Stories

>>The world is much bigger and more beautiful than this, Oli. Some of my stories are fiction; they don't exist, but others, like today's, are real, and I was hoping you could pay close attention in case I can't escape with you. I need you to remember these indications.

She blinks, “Are you calling me insane?” “Yes, Alicia. Werewolves do not exist. I know life is hard and it’s often difficult to different between fiction and reality, but wake up, babe. Werewolves aren’t real. You might want to see a Shrink. Those are real.” I scoff, and grin wide.

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.”

I fell asleep towards the end. "You said you weren't scared?" Camila argues. "You said it was a boring movie. You slept." I chuckle. "Well, I lied. I only put on a brave face." "That must have been a scary movie. You must've been scared, Lippy," Hearing says my nickname makes my body feel sick. Leah peeks her way through my conversation with Camila. "But you must know scary movies are just make-believe stories. There is no such thing as Freddy Kruger or Jason. It's okay to be scared; as adults, we see those movies as not real. Even children can tell the difference between fiction and non-fiction."

His wife was worrying needlessly again. "Honey," he began, "I am not lying. Let me explain about this world. You are aware that in the Human Realm, abstract will always be abstract and concrete will always be concrete, am I right?" "Yes, you're right because that is its reality," Jennet responded as a matter of fact. "Indeed, because it is its reality. But, honey, in Fantasy Realm, concrete and abstract can change at any time. Meaning to say, anything is possible to happen because abstract can be concrete and concrete can be abstract."

"Yeah... I guess I have been keeping us kind of busy with this entire show we've been putting on, huh?" Humming once more, he agrees. "There hasn't been much time for real life, when the fake one is so consuming." She frowns, green eyes drowning with worry as she realizes, "the lines are beginning to blur." He raises a brow. "What lines?" He asks. "The lines between fiction and reality," Liviana stresses her explanation. "They're blurring! One's consuming the other and before we know it, we won't be able to tell where the lies end and the truth begins-"

But in the same article, it was also written that all these creatures are fictional and there was no evident proof to suggest that they exist in reality. The line between reality and fiction has been thinned out. The concepts of reality no longer seemed solid, and the talks of fiction no longer sounded imaginative. Reality and fiction were blending together. And I didn't know what belonged where. Next day, for the first class of self-defense, we were all gathered in the gymnasium. The instructor relayed to us that getting onto the defense tricks, we needed to work on our punches and kicks. I was assigned a punching bag to practice on. The damn thing was as hard as concrete. I punched it and

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.”

“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—”

And with Yuvan's inner thoughts, I finally realized she had done all of this to keep herself for him. She wasn't doing this because of PTSD or avoiding intimacy because she couldn't handle it. All of that was a lie. The only thing that was real was her love for Yuvan. With that realization, I swallowed the long speech I'd carefully prepared and accepted her arrangement with a smile.