Opposite Of Fictional Novels & Stories

"I don't want them to see me with you" "You talked like I'm a maniac" "Aren't you?" I rolled my eyes "Not funny" "Let's get things straight Jones, I'm not a bad person. We're just two different person" I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different"

He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it. “Problem solved! I can borrow 400$ from Henry and add these 100$ in it and keep it back in the locker. This way Mr. Paul will never doubt on me again!” Keith headed towards Henry's home. A person who was a friend Keith always remembered in his toughest times. But, unfortunately never gave him a helping hand in the times of need. Keith reached Henry's home and explained him the entire situation. Keith always shared all his problems with Henry and took advantage of him by acting innocent. Henry helped him and landed him 400$.

But one of them mistook my friendship as something else and proposed to me on the phone. I was shocked at his proposal but as I was not at all interested in him, I said that I don't have any such feelings for him. He tried to make me accept it by making me guilty. He said that I was not accepting his feelings as there was a hell lot of difference in the social status of our families. It was not like that. He was just not the kind of a person, I can think about falling in love with... In fact, he was exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

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

* As far as I know now and what I've gotten to understand about this world was that everyone I knew was the exact opposite of what they were in my reality, or to be more specific, what I had wished they would be, in other words creating my perfect world. Not trying to sound funny at all but everything kinda feels like one of those optical illusion thingys from Naruto me and my Zack back home used to watch... What's it's called again.... Ehn... Genjutsu...right?

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

“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.”

"Ivy, this was just a game we played at school with my friends. It’s a 'reverse' game. You have to write the opposite of reality, otherwise, it doesn't count!" ​I blinked, the tension in my chest suddenly evaporating. "The opposite of reality?" ​"Yeah!" she said, nodding vigorously. "So, in my head, I’m actually saying: 'Dear Diary, Dad is completely honest with me. Mom didn't leave me. And he doesn't love Celine and didn't send Mom away.' See? It’s just a game." ​I let out a long sigh of relief, a small laugh escaping my lips. "Oh, I get it now. That makes a lot more sense."

Beth said concerned. "I know, but I can't." I sigh. "There is just something about him." "Maybe he's an undercover spy with super powers and he can't talk to anyone else his cover is blown." Beth speculates. I look at her with a raise eyebrow. "Are you even hearing yourself right now? I tell you, you have a weird imagination." I said shaking my head. "What? It's a possibility." Beth took a bite of her PB&J sandwich. "Of course, Bethany. Of course."

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.