Realistic Fiction の小説・ストーリー

"Yeah, tell me 'cause I sleep halfway through even picture books." I sighed and leaned back on the chair. "I just like to lose myself in fiction to forget reality. You know, a reality where my life's too short to do stuff like they do in books. Or even in real life like falling in love, having children, growing old, finding some treasure in some remote island, murdering someone--- " "You can still do that, I'll help you hide the body," he suggested while waggling his eyebrows and because of his creepy expression, I laughed.

“What is this? I told you we just need a brief description. I didn’t ask you to make up some bullshit story.” “I added some colour-” “You didn’t add colour,” he interrupts the writer. “You wrote a whole fucking horror story. When did any of our children die? We didn’t pick up exploded elders in the forest. Everything we say needs to be believable. This is not.” “I’m sorry, your highness,” the woman says. “I write fiction, not-” “Do better next time,” Johnathan interrupts and shoves the folder back in her hands. “Who has the fact sheet about this man?”

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. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

If only fictional people existed in real life :( \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

“So I guess you knowing it should be enough for you. You probably wouldn’t read a romance novel even if you had a gun pointed to your head.” “It’s all fiction,” he replied her. “Unrealistic fiction. And if I may ask, what good thing comes out of reading them? Illusions. They paint illusions in the head of young teenagers and adults too, I fear. They pull you out of reality and instead allow you dwell in your delusions for hours and hours. And at the end what happens? Wasted time. Unproductivity alongside disappointment when the harsh reality comes knocking on their door.” “Wow,” Emily couldn’t believe her ears. “You know, you sounded like you know much about f

Everyone can clearly see he is anxious, possessive and getting irritable by the second. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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 was very careful. All violent and sexually intimate scenes are written without explicit or vulgar language. I retained that narrative restraint through the whole story. It's about the psychological tension, not the gore." She leaned back in her office chair, steepling her fingers. "Look, I understand your artistic intent. But you have to understand our readers. People pick up books primarily as a form of escapism. They are often uncomfortable with their own lives, so they want stories that allow them to live out their dreams...no matter the genre. Science fiction builds the impossible. Romance crafts perfect love stories readers pray to relive. Erotica builds a specific kind of lust, livi

she scoffs in disbelief. I laugh softly, clicking my tongue once. "It's more like the world has learned to adjust to its fantasies. I mean, before, we tried to rationalize between reality and fiction. But now..." I shrug. "We just go with the flow. The world is tough already. Things like this..." I stare into an empty space, reflecting. "...helps us escape from reality." "Well, that's bullshit," she shakes her head as she resumes working on the documents. "Reality is reality. Fiction is fiction. There's no two ways about it."

"You know nothing about me, Cairen. But I don't read romance. It's cliche.” I have never read a fiction book in my life. It's boring and gives me a headache. “Romance is not cliche. It shows true love and how the characters struggle in the name of love,” I remarked, biting my lips not to laugh. Zach wrinkled his nose like I was saying a nasty thing. "Why is it called fiction? It's not a real thing that happened. I would rather read about things that happened in real life than bullshit imagination," he grumpily said.