Meaning Of Fictional Novels & Stories

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

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

she said, her voice a low whisper. I nodded slowly, knowing that it sounded stupid. “It’s just a thought, but-” “Well, you can definitely not be a werewolf,” she added, giggling. “But maybe you were part of a people who liked calling themselves a pack.” I highly doubted that. “Maybe. What’s a werewolf?” She gave me a surprised look, then sighed, remembering that I also had partial amnesia with words. “They're a fictional bunch- meaning they're imaginary- of people said to be able to transform into wolves. They're very popular in fiction novels. I also heard...”

Broke reader, right you could say that. They're my inspiration, motivation and also distraction. I'm an orphan with no one to take care of me, I wasn't that confident in myself. “ Today's red moon. Did you hear that our wishes will come true if we make a wish?” I heard some of my colleagues squealing happily and I just rolled my eyes. Nonsense. Who would believe those kind of words these days? How stupid. I shook my head to get rid of those silly thoughts of my fellow colleagues. Wishes come true? What a bullshit!

A boredom so profound it threatened to unravel its own consciousness. In its despair, it used its vast power to perform an ultimate act of narrative control: it began to *fictionalize* itself. It started rewriting its own past, not to change it, but to label it. *This was a comedy,* it would decide, and the memory would become flat, a series of punchlines. *This was a tragedy,* and the pain would become a aesthetic object, stripped of its sting. It was turning the vibrant, messy tapestry of its life into a neatly organized library of genres. It was committing the final, quiet sin: treating its own existence as a story that was already over.

They are priceless. Ang tanong, paano akong napunta sa mga fictional characters? Sinasabihan ko lang naman ang sarili ko na hindi nakakakilig ang ginagawa niya. It’s confusing the hell out of me. Anong kinalaman ng mga fictional characters sa kaniya? Papaalalahanan ko talaga ang sarili ko pagkatapos nito na hindi ko na siya kakausapin. Nakakalikha ng panibagong ideya ang utak ko, at naninibago ako.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION NAMES, CHARACTERS, BUSINESS, PLACES, EVENTS, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER THE PRODUCT OF THE AUTHORS IMAGINATION OR USE IN A FICTITIOUS MANNER. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, BUSINESS ESTABLISHMENTS, EVENTS, OR LOCALS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME "Funny how you think I fell into your trap," He said laughing.

I scrolled through my feed until I found a post that reminded me of Justin and the conversation we had last night. I downloaded the post and decided to send it to him now that I had nothing to do at the Diner. It was still empty. "If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried for a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, or a piece of music, then they've missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real, doesn't mean it doesn't contain the

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.

For a moment I felt lucky, but the next moment I had to fall again. "I miss Mom..." I wanted to hug her and tell her everything. The burden I carried in this fictional world was heavier than working in my original world. Hmmm... Fiction. It seems I have a glimmer of an idea. Fiction is just like a dream, right? So I have to imagine something to get what I want. So I decided to close my eyes, imagined the prison cell opening, and sure enough, the prison cell door opened! I was free! Unfortunately, the next thing that happened was...