Realistic Fiction の小説・ストーリー

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

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.

His face turn darkly as if he doesn't want what he just heard, but he composed himself and smile at me, fake. I can't help but to laugh because of it. Oh my god! Its good to be the princess of this province. As much as they want to hurt or answered back at me, they keep it. Well, except for those who has guts to fight back at me. Like Tina, she has guts to do that cause she's bitch like me. "You know what? Just let it out. It would be fun if you'll be my another enemy," then I laugh like a crazy.

“I can’t believe you actually read this shit. It’s fucking hilarious. This dude just came like five times inside this chick, like right in a row. In what universe is that even believable?” Oh my God, of course he’d found a sex scene of all things. “It’s fiction,” I argued defensively as I yanked my Kindle from his hand. “I like it a little bit unbelievable. That’s why I read it, you moron. To escape the real world. If I wanted believable, I’d just stop reading and return to my life.” “Yeah, but she called his dick a meat shaft.” “Oh my God.” I scowled. “You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?”

But a reflection of reality and the human experience It's not just a story, and it's not just fiction..... But a piece of my heart and soul. Yours Sincerely, Author Desire.

But I don't break eye contact with this mysterious woman who's decided tonight is the night she stops being careful. The night we both do. "So what do you do,When you're not hiding in expensive hotel bars refusing to give your name?" A ghost of a smile apeaers on her face. "I traffic in narratives. I take messy, complicated realities and turn them into stories people can believe in. Make the unacceptable palatable. The truth into useful fiction." "Dangerous work." "Someone has to do it." She takes a sip, and I'm transfixed by the curve of her throat.

If he hadn't managed that Houdini-like escape, his head would have been hit by the motorbike's spinning wheels and had his face messed up. What can happen in reality was indeed much scarier compared to what happened in fiction. There were no such things as ghosts and Faye people would say. They weren’t real because they were only products of other's wild imagination. This was what Rachel kept shouting in her mind, even until the next day when she went to school. “Whatever those things are, they can’t kill me,” she muttered for the nth time. That was another statement that she tried to burn into her mind as she erased the blackboard.