Realistic Fiction Story Ideas Novels & Stories

We walked in silence for a while after that, the only sounds our footsteps and the distant rustling of leaves. Then, after a beat, I said, “You still could, y’know.” She frowned. “Could what?” "Write stories, the way you wanted too.” She hesitated, then gave me the best answer. "I do that now as well. Only I write stories of real things. Real people who have been hurt." I'm not sure why I liked that answer alot. But I do.

It is times like this that I am grateful I do not have any siblings. I sat on my bed and he sat on the couch. "So... Why do you leave your old school?" "Nothing serious. My mum just decided that we needed a change of environment and I am glad I agreed because It was a chance to meet great people like you and the girls." "Aww." He said in a girlish way. "That sounds so weird and funny." I chuckled. "Let's play a game. Any suggestions?" He asked. "Uhmm... Let's play two truths and a lie!"

“Wow.” “What?” “It's just,” I shook my head, “surreal. I have read and watched all of your existence, but they are very very certain to let us know that you guys are all fake and just fiction,” I wheezed. “Please, fiction,” she rolled her eyes. “Like humans could ever think of something so great. Seriously, most of the ideas come from higher demons that you know, either made a deal with a human and sold out or one that is probably in the industry.”

"What if the author thinks about that way? What if she really deliver that story that way?" "Or what if the real unexpected love story begins from a reader and a fictional character. It's way more unexpected."

My heart races as the pieces begin to form in my mind. “Wait, what if… what if I don’t just get information for the dark romance?” I say, sitting up straighter. “What if I write about them? Like… a whole book from their point of view. Not their names, obviously. But something like Behind His Eyes: The Truth of a Working Serial Killer.” Jenni stops laughing and stares at me like I’ve completely lost it. “You’re joking, right?” I’m not. Suddenly, I can see it—each twisted, shocking story playing out in my mind. A collection of dark, raw narratives that people would have to read.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

I want to see if it leads to marital bliss or murder. “I’m fine with either,” Aarif smirked. I’m also planning on making Jafar the last person to realize the world is fictional, so that’s something to look forward to. I might also write about repairing the friendship between Badr and Tahira. “And you don’t plan on publishing them as sequels or spinoffs?” Sikandar took a sip. Nah, Imma write for ma self from now on. I might share my story with Suleiman and Javed, they seemed interested in reading my material.

Kristen was so thrilled that her best friend and brother had fallen in love. They make such a great match, she thought. She didn't think that they would ever have threesomes or that Carter would fuck skanks and tell her all about it. Just like Kristen didn't think her mom really made p**n or that her dad fucked every hot woman he could only to tell her mom all the details. Those were just the naughty stories that Kristen told. And she already had an idea for her next wicked tale percolating in the back of her mind. Well, a dozen of them. So many of them, but she needed inspiration to pen them.

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, "Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out." "Do you have any stories where they put a blindfold on a girl and she has to do stuff to a bunch of people?" "I think so, do you like those kind of stories?" "Yes, very much." "Have you ever done anything like that?" "No, but I've imagined it. I think it would be sexy to be standing in front of a group of people having my boyfriend telling me what to do and describing what the other people were doing."