Realistic Fiction Story Ideas Novels & Stories

"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.

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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

I could write about an impossible love and make people like it. I didn't take my notebook again, still considering that it was a dangerous creature and that it should be kept at a distance. I began to formulate the story in my head, using situations that had already occurred in my personal life, and creating the ideal and perfect man to get involved with that protagonist full of dreams and life goals. Still lying down, I let my mind take me to another world, which still resembled the real world, in a parallel reality.

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head, continued walking, and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. There was nothing though. That’s it. Gramps' stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on a fiction about creatures similar to it. I’ve been submitting more entries to the same ol’ publisher that has rejected every of my written pieces. I just didn’t know how to give up. Not yet. I knew I was born to be a well-known writer.

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Except most maids don't work night shifts. Damn! Now I have to find a place that has night workers... Maybe I can work at a gas station, and I'll get lucky and get robbed and die in a marvelous shoot out where I ended up the hero... Yeah, I think I'm delusional now. But I'd much rather live in the fake story in my head than in the real world where bad things happen, on purpose and consistently. I could run away from all of this. And I plan to... The moment I get my degree. But right now, I don't have the money to live on my own.

The helpless poor girl, abandoned by her family and a paranoid rich president who kept the girl prisoned, wants his baby back! It could be... The CEO wants his baby back! Immediately, I organised a brief outline of the story and send it to the editor. In less than a minute, the editor emailed me_ 'I thought you have run away and hidden in the deep sea or maybe in the dark forest. But, it seems, you are finding the ace of yours. The idea of this paranoid personality is well thought and realistic. Finalise the characters soon and send me. I will be waiting.' 'Sure, I will.' I replied, feeling a little burdened after finding inspiration for the story.

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head. I continued walking and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. But there was nothing, though. That’s it. Grandma's stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on fiction about creatures similar to it. I’ve been submitting more entries to the same ol’ publisher that has rejected every of my written pieces. I just didn’t know how to give up. Not yet. I knew I was born to be a well-known writer. And I swear that to the moon!