Is Fiction Real Or Not Real 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.

You’re a very good writer, and I’m impressed with the narrative structure of your work, as well as the flow of dialogue and vivid description. There’s only one problem. Did you take this from real life, or is this place a work of fiction? If it is real, you need to identify it. There are rules and regulations governing mention of real people, places, and things, and works of fiction depicting real life places without due credit could result in serious legal repercussions. This is total bullshit. There really aren’t laws prohibiting her from describing a place that actually does exist, but the white lie is quite convenient for vetting out the truth.

"I am totally fine and I am also in my right senses." "This is serious! I think you're beginning to lose your mind already. What's wrong with you? Werewolf are just fictional creatures that were created and fabricated by a random person. They are not real! Have you been reading fantasy books about werewolves because I really don't understand you anymore?" "They are real!!" She suddenly yelled and I shifted backwards. The serious expression on her face showed that she wasn't joking. "Is this a prank or what because you're already freaking me out? Fine, have you seen one before?" I asked.

I found myself sitting up straighter, suddenly interested. “Take Jekyll and Hyde, for example. Or the selkies in Celtic mythology—seals that could shed their skins to become human. Werewolf legends. Vampire folklore.” His eyes swept across the room. “Stories of beings that walk among us, hiding their true nature behind familiar faces.” “But those are just stories,” said Marcus Webb from the back row. “Made-up stuff to scare people.” “Are they? Consider this: what if these stories persisted throughout history not because they’re fiction, but because they contain elements of truth? What if the line between fantasy and reality isn’t as clear as we assume?”

Lit up the dust motes dancing in the air. From downstairs came the sounds of street vendors. Children laughing. Cars passing. Real life. Right there. "Look at them. Living their lives. Crying and laughing over love and loss." "The floor you're standing on. The air you're breathing. The food you eat. Which one of these is virtual?" I turned around. Backlit by the sun. "Your heartbeat is real. Your tears are real. Pain is real. Love is real." "How are we paper characters?" "And even if we weren't? How do you know your 'real world' isn't just a book from a higher dimension?"

I glared directly at his infuriatingly handsome face. “My fictional stories have absolutely nothing to do with my real-life nightmare, so stop pretending you know what goes on inside my head.” His lips curved upward into another one of those unbearably smug smiles that immediately made me want to throw something directly at him. “Is that truly what you want yourself to believe?” “That is exactly what I know. My novels are FICTIONAL, you are reading far too deeply into it.” He remained unconvinced by my explanation. Instead, he slowly walked around my desk until he stood directly beside my chair.

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.

During these nineteen years of my life, I have never come across a novel or movie where they show the reality. It's such a great irony that whatever they show never happens in real life. Or perhaps they do, oblivious to the many people all across the world to whom it's just a piece of fiction. We will never ever know. We have these wild imaginations like the avatar, hunger games, twilight saga, fast and furious, and others. I am not ashamed to say that some of the above-mentioned movies are indeed my favorite.

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.

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