Sometimes Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction 소설 & 이야기

'Why is that even funny?' 'Because, humans wouldn't know the truth if it hit them in the face like a tsunami,' he said. 'Truth is nothing but fiction, told by the greatest storytellers this world has ever known. Of course, they were also the best liars, but that's the real secret to great story-telling, isn't it? Possessing the ability to make people believe you. Stories become truths so powerful that people forget that the tale itself was so fantastical, it couldn't possibly have been real. Serpents and apples. Building a massive boat full to the brim with every species of animal known to man. Five thousand people turning up to your dinner party when you only have five loaves of bread and t

"Vee come on, you can be scared, I am too." "Ty, I'm not scared," I lied again. The truth is, I'm horrified. I couldn't help but think the worst, maybe I said the wrong things to her that day, and she couldn't take it. It wouldn't be like her to commit suicide, but I didn't lay it off the table. The next thought was even more horrifying, maybe Hailee was... murdered. I didn't want to believe that but it could've been true. I really hoped this was just a joke and she would come home, and I could be angry and hate her again. But all I felt was worry and regret.

Somewhere down the staircase, Ethan was yelling for him to come and hurry. John drove the wagon himself and Vince danced alongside it on his stallion, Jasper. He could not bear the thought of being trapped in the wagon for drive to the Good Luck Manor. He needed to be able to get away when his father started throwing venom his way. But for now Ethan was teasing his sister about her latest beau, Leif Tucker. "Oh, Ethan stop it," she giggled helplessly. "Oh, no. I think Vince and I should ask poor Leif just what his intentions are with our sister," Ethan said, trying to look serious.

“No more lies. We tell the truth.” And for the first time in years, I wasn’t afraid. Love doesn’t erase crime, and we were finally ready to tell the truth. THE END!!!

I sulked back in my chair looking up to the ceiling feeling betrayed or disappointed. Probably and disappointed. My tone softened into something almost lazy, but it was still sharp enough to send a chill down each of their spines. “You know… this whole thing reminds me of a story I once heard. A strange one, but you'll love it.” I tapped my fingers on the wooden table as I let out a big sigh. “There was a lighthouse on the edge of a cliff, tall and white, it's light sweeping over the sea every night. But here's the off part, the sea beneath it had no ships. Not a single one. No vessels passes by. Yet, the keeper lit the the flame religiously for years. Until one morning, the town found him g

I heard once that fact is stranger than fiction, and even though I felt like I was in the middle of some sort of strange, surreal dream, the facts were all there. I’d met a man in the middle of the street in the dead of night. He’d just appeared out of nowhere. I’d taken him home, slept with him, and then woken up to his accusations that I was taking pills to hide my wolf. My mother corroborated his story and told me her back story. It was unbelievable on the surface—I mean, come on—but I had no choice but to believe it. Both stories lined up in an uncanny way. I could deny it all I wanted, but there had to be some truth to it.

Unbeknownst to him, the threads of deception were slowly unraveling, revealing a more sinister truth that lay beneath the surface. Determined to unravel the truth, William delved into the intricacies of the fabricated evidence. Late nights were spent poring over every detail, questioning the authenticity of the photographs that had shattered his world. In the solitude of his home, he found a newfound strength—a resilience that fueled his pursuit of justice.

Madison, however, mistook my laughter for mockery and glared at me with disdain. I tilted my head and asked in amusement, "Since you say you've worked hard to teach yourself the art of traditional pottery, I'm curious just how hard you've worked." I asked her that because I knew she couldn't possibly have self-taught herself traditional pottery. She was lying just to build a persona and continue using traditional pottery to make money. Just like Tyler, they didn't actually care about preserving the heritage. They were just exploiting it for profit. But to my surprise, Madison pulled out her phone. She pointed to a popular account that documented her journey in learning traditional pottery. T

It's the abductor's baby! My parents and Craig stared at me, their faces drained of color. Paula collapsed onto the couch, mumbling, "It can't be. We just wanted to teach you a lesson, so you'd stop bullying Eden. I didn't… We didn't know…" I fixed my eyes on Paula. "You didn't know that the abductors would violate me, did you?" Without waiting for her reply, I continued, "Let me ask you this. Do you think a few kidnappers would have morals and ethics?"

The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact. Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.