Non Fiction Story Novels & Stories

“You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t even raise his hand in class.” Ryan met his eyes. “Yeah. But that boy didn’t have you two.” That night, Ryan sat at his desk with his laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard. A blank document stared back at him. He began to write not a speech this time, not a private diary. A story. His story. Because if Adrien thought he could silence him with fear, he was about to learn that some voices don’t stay quiet forever. Not this time. Not Ryan’s.

He was old school if he read a wide variety of the comics that inspired them. “That’s really cool,” she told him honestly. He smiled. “Not as cool as reading nonfiction for fun. That’s seriously impressive. I never read nonfiction unless it was for school.” “Fiction and nonfiction both have their places in terms of entertainment and how informative they are. I feel like fiction does a better job of overall explaining the human condition and how people tick than nonfiction does because of the variety of characters’ emotions and motivations.” “That makes sense. I suppose there are psychology textbooks but those are clinical and often use terms laypeople can’t understand.”

Keith didn’t go inside the shop but passed in front of it because he thought the shop must be closed. As he passed by he noticed something odd, He saw that the shop was open and there were customers inside. “Who must be dealing with the customers when I’m here.” He whispered to himself. Keith tried to look carefully but he couldn’t see anyone properly. “I’ll come to work tomorrow” He started to walk towards his home and noticed people. People who would look rich. He saw a family in a car who was waiting for the signal to turn green.