Realistic Fiction Anchor Chart Novels & Stories

That anchors don’t always weigh you down; sometimes, they remind you where you’ve been, not where you’re stuck. Yam picked up his pen and began to write again. 🌼 Shall we drift into Part 58? Maybe someone leaves a sketch Yam doesn’t understand at first—but it unlocks a truth he’s been avoiding. Or perhaps Franc begins teaching a painting class that becomes something more than technique. However you want to shape it, I’m right here beside the story.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

Nothing says bonding like a one-sided writing lesson. “So,” I began, opening my laptop and glancing at her, “what exactly do you want to work on? Characters? Plot? Dialogue?” “Dialogue!” she said with excitement. “I always feel like my characters don’t sound realistic.” I smirked, leaning back slightly. “Well, you’re in luck. I’m pretty good at making people say all the wrong things.” She laughed

“We break our own promises. We hurt each other. And then we get up and try again. Because the alternative is doing nothing now and letting the magic drive us like a team of wild horses.” She stared at me for a long moment. “That was actually a worse metaphor,” she said eventually. “Shut up,” I said, but there was no heat in it. Ronan huffed out a laugh. “We can write them down,” he said. “The rules. The things that are ours. Our… anchors. So when everything’s chaos, we have something to look back at and say, ‘No, we agreed we’re not those people, even if we’re tempted.’”

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.

ARCANE DELIGHTS I slowly close the journal, settle it in my lap and gaze at its black leather-bound cover. I rub its pebbled surface lightly, thinking. Only stories. These are only stories. Fantastical stories. A little more fantastical than I usually prefer, though well-written, by someone with a much greater command of the craft than I yet possess. The vivid characterization, meticulous attention to detail and a surreal sense of place makes me want to believe these stories happened, but I know they couldn’t have, and am ready to dismiss them as nothing more than fiction . . .