something thats not real, something your mind makes up in its darkest times. its your brain trying to access your inner most desires and hopes in order to make the world we live in more bearable. it ranges from anything from unicorns and make believe to creating a character that is yourself but better
I run through the fields as Holden imagined them; I anxiously await the day I will run through the brick wall in at Kings Cross Station; I travel to uncharted territories with Lucy, Edmund and Eustice; I feel the weight of the armor I bare at Helm’s Deep; I cower in that row boat, hiding from the tiger.
I am with and among my fiction. Are you?
fiction. a word where every girl meets her prince charming…
FAKE. something that will never happen in my life no matter how much i try…
i will never find my prince charming. ugh. fairy tales so unrealistic.
Looking out toward the river’s edge she notices that there seems to be a man
standing behind a tree glancing up toward the house right at her . Quickly
she steps back out of sight hoping he did not catch her watching . Hum
leaning back in he’s chair he goes over what he just wrote ,writing fiction
is not easy.
fiction is just basically by definition a bunch of bullshit to make you sound like you are more intreresting than you really are. It’s just fun bullshit. People love to bullshitted as a form of entertainment. It’s what keeps society going. Without fiction, we would be NOTHING!!!!!!!! Capeesh?
Fiction is dreams, adventure, love, excitement, and wonder. I am in love with fiction. It is my genre of choice and always will be. Fiction can take you to Hogwarts or make you believe that fairies are real. It transports you to another world full of magic, excitement, and can make your dreams a reality.
Stranger than fiction. What a cliche. I can think of a lot of extremely strange fiction. In fact, there’s a whole genre out there called “bizarro”. I’ve written some of it, there was this one about a farting ghost that made me smile, and a friend of mine wrote about a smurf-eating horse…beat THAT real life.
i read a funny story the other day. on testmessagesfromlast night’s wesite, some person got kicked out of the library for putting the bibles in the fiction section. super dumb but funny >.<
fiction is all about perception. Fiction can be a book, it can be your life, it can even be your personality. Everyone carries a layer of fiction within. Only those in your life who truly know you can turn the fiction in your life to the non fiction.
Creative fiction is not for everyone. Some can write it, many cannot. I am one of those who is horrible at writing creative fiction. However, I content myself on writing rhetorical analyses instead. “The End.”
my favorite books. But hopefully, meaningful fiction that teaches me a lesson when I’m done reading it. Like Jane Eyre. Wonderful piece of work, that one. One of the very best! You can shoose to believe it or not, but I like to. That’s how you escape from everyday life. It’s better to lose yourelself in it than to let it fly past your brain unheeded.
Everything now a days is fiction. Everywhere you look, people are talking about and making up fantasies about it. Fiction already basically is a fantasy.
It’s only fiction if you didn’t mean it to be true, says he to her. No, she replies, it’s fiction if it hasn’t really happened yet, but could – there is truth in the potentiality of the action. What about dialogue? That, too – we aren’t really saying these things, just potentially contemplating them, each in our own mind…
Aloud: thanks. Cream?
It’s like something out of another person’s dream – interesting, possibly moving, but separate from one’s own reality. What you see, what I feel or think, when expressed in writing becomes another person’s, another reader’s, fiction.
So what IS fact? Can you ever WRITE fact?
Well, maybe court reporter-fashion – but even that is a distillation of all the unspoken, unvoiced truth in the room. And a courtroom at that! No one is naturally themselves in that situation.
Not even the judge, or the onlookers?
Well, maybe the judge, but no, not even they are able to maintain their factual selves in the spotlight of public purview. We all become fictional characters.
And given the chance I would have stopped everything. If our lives could be a lie, our words a script, and our tears the silent background music, it could be a simple inspiration for a novelist. An infinite loop of drama., comedy, and tragic accidents curving around minds and worlds.
Fiction is the place where we can escape reality, if only for a few seconds, and be whoever we want to be. We don’t deal with the ones who make up feel bad about ourselves, or even little things like what’s on T.V. or radio. It’s truly the best escape route. It’s my life, and I love it.
Fiction is essentially everything. Your mind is only true to you and the way that you percieve the world is only true to yourself so that means when you try to explain it to people to them it is fiction. That theory makes sense in my mind… NO idea if it makes sense written down…
I live in a world of fiction. I like it this way. I take my words and twist them into romance. I take everything you do. The blush on your cheeks, the way you hold your arm, and sit in my car as a piece of grand prose. You are my protaganist, my villian, my hero, my lovable nerd, my tradgey.
uhh, amazing . not true. fairy tail, vampires. harry potter. fiction is the chizz homeskillit. uhhhm, thid is confuseing. …… oh crap almost out of time. i am out of time.
fiction, is a lie that comes from imagination that says you’ve been to a destination out of desperation and they say it’s an abomination to say something that’s not the truth, but it’s a proclaimation of a nation.
fiction…we’ve debated the definition this evening, even looking it up on wikipedia…well i guess actually the word was novel, not fiction…a girl submitted a non-fiction novel and we were discussing if there actually was such a thing or not…turns out we were both sort of right…
It’s not fiction. It’s real. I told you about it. It has to be real now. It’s not just a scar on my arm, it’s not just some random cut on my hipbone. It’s fact. It’s real.
ficition is a story that hasn’t happen in real life yet. It is a version of reality that exists in someone’s mind. it is a place where anything can happen. It is another dimension that exists outside our own. A parrallel universe.
i hate this word i can never tell which means real or not. cant they just say this was based on real things and this is a story of imaging? i still cant decide and anyway.
Fiction, fiction, fiction. That word describes my thoughts, I live an imaginary life. I think and think and think about events that I know for a fact that will never happen. What should I do about this? Most of these thoughts include you, because you are the center of my universe. Why, why, why can’t I have you? Why must you be a fictional fantasy in my head? I have so many plans for us, and you sit there…clueless. You looked at me today, it made me feel so good on the inside….but why do I think such odd thoughts about you? I mean, you are a girl, I am a girl…yet, these thoughts are thoughts I have never ever thought I would think…about a girl. But, I want you so bad, and oh…you just do not know. Especially about the fictional fantasy in my mind.
The difference between reality and imagination. Fiction.
This… this thing. It wasn’t fiction, but you’ve deemed it so. No matter how much you may persist, it wasn’t fiction, I swear. Whether… this thing… was something grand and adventurous, or a mere ponder and viewing… it was real. It wasn’t fiction. I swear.
Unless you yourself were fictional. But, I don’t want to think about that.
They said it couldn’t be true, but I knew that truth was often stranger than fiction. So when Jordan popped up in town after a 23 year absence, during which time every one decided he had died in some distant rain forest or run off with some rich man’s wife and would be hiding for the rest of his life, I felt vindicated.
When I walked out of my bubble in my posi-suit, I thought it was going to be just another day on the moon. I looked over to where my green-house used to be and there before my blood shot coffee starved eyes was one leg of landing gear that was part of a ship so big I couldn’t see the end of it. Sh*t, Vogons.
A pure avenue of consciousness, created by creators to satisfy the unexplained, the philosophy of life. That is what they told me, the day I realized the undeniable truth: I did not control my own fate. My destiny was written on keyboards and posted on websites, like this one. I am fiction.
The exploration of an amazing world. A fantasy life in words. Spilling out your mind’s greatest ideas, like an overflowing glass of liquid, and making them into something truly prepossessing. The remarkable act of fiction.
I live in a world of gilded fiction; everything is perfect. But looked from the outside, it is clear that the appearance is flawed, and the seedy underbelly is actually reality.
and so the story begins. we all have our form of the truth, but how much of each of our “true” stories are fact or fiction? at what point does it matter? does the level of truth necessarily make it a better story? or does the fiction, the change, the unexpected, the unbelievable, make it what we care about and remember?
something that is real, written into words that my sometimes make you feel like you have read something insightful. Or maybe possibly just confused.
I honestly don’t remember which one fiction is. Is it the stuff written on things that are real or the not real stuff???
something thats not real, something your mind makes up in its darkest times. its your brain trying to access your inner most desires and hopes in order to make the world we live in more bearable. it ranges from anything from unicorns and make believe to creating a character that is yourself but better
I run through the fields as Holden imagined them; I anxiously await the day I will run through the brick wall in at Kings Cross Station; I travel to uncharted territories with Lucy, Edmund and Eustice; I feel the weight of the armor I bare at Helm’s Deep; I cower in that row boat, hiding from the tiger.
I am with and among my fiction. Are you?
fiction. a word where every girl meets her prince charming…
FAKE. something that will never happen in my life no matter how much i try…
i will never find my prince charming. ugh. fairy tales so unrealistic.
Like your sense of bravery,
your sense of humility,
your sense of understanding,
your knowledge,
your foresight,
your trustworthiness,
and your valor.
Looking out toward the river’s edge she notices that there seems to be a man
standing behind a tree glancing up toward the house right at her . Quickly
she steps back out of sight hoping he did not catch her watching . Hum
leaning back in he’s chair he goes over what he just wrote ,writing fiction
is not easy.
fiction is just basically by definition a bunch of bullshit to make you sound like you are more intreresting than you really are. It’s just fun bullshit. People love to bullshitted as a form of entertainment. It’s what keeps society going. Without fiction, we would be NOTHING!!!!!!!! Capeesh?
Fiction is dreams, adventure, love, excitement, and wonder. I am in love with fiction. It is my genre of choice and always will be. Fiction can take you to Hogwarts or make you believe that fairies are real. It transports you to another world full of magic, excitement, and can make your dreams a reality.
Stranger than fiction. What a cliche. I can think of a lot of extremely strange fiction. In fact, there’s a whole genre out there called “bizarro”. I’ve written some of it, there was this one about a farting ghost that made me smile, and a friend of mine wrote about a smurf-eating horse…beat THAT real life.
i read a funny story the other day. on testmessagesfromlast night’s wesite, some person got kicked out of the library for putting the bibles in the fiction section. super dumb but funny >.<
My favorite type of fiction is the kind that asks, and answers, a “what if…?” about non-fiction.
fiction is all about perception. Fiction can be a book, it can be your life, it can even be your personality. Everyone carries a layer of fiction within. Only those in your life who truly know you can turn the fiction in your life to the non fiction.
Creative fiction is not for everyone. Some can write it, many cannot. I am one of those who is horrible at writing creative fiction. However, I content myself on writing rhetorical analyses instead. “The End.”
my favorite books. But hopefully, meaningful fiction that teaches me a lesson when I’m done reading it. Like Jane Eyre. Wonderful piece of work, that one. One of the very best! You can shoose to believe it or not, but I like to. That’s how you escape from everyday life. It’s better to lose yourelself in it than to let it fly past your brain unheeded.
Everything now a days is fiction. Everywhere you look, people are talking about and making up fantasies about it. Fiction already basically is a fantasy.
It’s only fiction if you didn’t mean it to be true, says he to her. No, she replies, it’s fiction if it hasn’t really happened yet, but could – there is truth in the potentiality of the action. What about dialogue? That, too – we aren’t really saying these things, just potentially contemplating them, each in our own mind…
Aloud: thanks. Cream?
It’s like something out of another person’s dream – interesting, possibly moving, but separate from one’s own reality. What you see, what I feel or think, when expressed in writing becomes another person’s, another reader’s, fiction.
So what IS fact? Can you ever WRITE fact?
Well, maybe court reporter-fashion – but even that is a distillation of all the unspoken, unvoiced truth in the room. And a courtroom at that! No one is naturally themselves in that situation.
Not even the judge, or the onlookers?
Well, maybe the judge, but no, not even they are able to maintain their factual selves in the spotlight of public purview. We all become fictional characters.
fiction is most powerful when it reflects so effectively reality that one can see’s reality through the fiction’s lens afterwords.
And given the chance I would have stopped everything. If our lives could be a lie, our words a script, and our tears the silent background music, it could be a simple inspiration for a novelist. An infinite loop of drama., comedy, and tragic accidents curving around minds and worlds.
Fiction is the place where we can escape reality, if only for a few seconds, and be whoever we want to be. We don’t deal with the ones who make up feel bad about ourselves, or even little things like what’s on T.V. or radio. It’s truly the best escape route. It’s my life, and I love it.
Fiction is essentially everything. Your mind is only true to you and the way that you percieve the world is only true to yourself so that means when you try to explain it to people to them it is fiction. That theory makes sense in my mind… NO idea if it makes sense written down…
I live in a world of fiction. I like it this way. I take my words and twist them into romance. I take everything you do. The blush on your cheeks, the way you hold your arm, and sit in my car as a piece of grand prose. You are my protaganist, my villian, my hero, my lovable nerd, my tradgey.
uhh, amazing . not true. fairy tail, vampires. harry potter. fiction is the chizz homeskillit. uhhhm, thid is confuseing. …… oh crap almost out of time. i am out of time.
fiction, is a lie that comes from imagination that says you’ve been to a destination out of desperation and they say it’s an abomination to say something that’s not the truth, but it’s a proclaimation of a nation.
fiction…we’ve debated the definition this evening, even looking it up on wikipedia…well i guess actually the word was novel, not fiction…a girl submitted a non-fiction novel and we were discussing if there actually was such a thing or not…turns out we were both sort of right…
It’s not fiction. It’s real. I told you about it. It has to be real now. It’s not just a scar on my arm, it’s not just some random cut on my hipbone. It’s fact. It’s real.
ficition is a story that hasn’t happen in real life yet. It is a version of reality that exists in someone’s mind. it is a place where anything can happen. It is another dimension that exists outside our own. A parrallel universe.
Fiction is when something is unreal. I prefer to write fictional stories, witch means that the storys are untrou events.
i hate this word i can never tell which means real or not. cant they just say this was based on real things and this is a story of imaging? i still cant decide and anyway.
Fiction, fiction, fiction. That word describes my thoughts, I live an imaginary life. I think and think and think about events that I know for a fact that will never happen. What should I do about this? Most of these thoughts include you, because you are the center of my universe. Why, why, why can’t I have you? Why must you be a fictional fantasy in my head? I have so many plans for us, and you sit there…clueless. You looked at me today, it made me feel so good on the inside….but why do I think such odd thoughts about you? I mean, you are a girl, I am a girl…yet, these thoughts are thoughts I have never ever thought I would think…about a girl. But, I want you so bad, and oh…you just do not know. Especially about the fictional fantasy in my mind.
fictional writing for the mockery fire
writers aloud under the omission sigh
aitch aitch aitch aitch aitch aitch aitch aitch aitch aitch
rhythm
The difference between reality and imagination. Fiction.
This… this thing. It wasn’t fiction, but you’ve deemed it so. No matter how much you may persist, it wasn’t fiction, I swear. Whether… this thing… was something grand and adventurous, or a mere ponder and viewing… it was real. It wasn’t fiction. I swear.
Unless you yourself were fictional. But, I don’t want to think about that.
They said it couldn’t be true, but I knew that truth was often stranger than fiction. So when Jordan popped up in town after a 23 year absence, during which time every one decided he had died in some distant rain forest or run off with some rich man’s wife and would be hiding for the rest of his life, I felt vindicated.
Fiction is in dialogue and prose. Misconstrued words that lie and forsake or comfort and soften.
When I walked out of my bubble in my posi-suit, I thought it was going to be just another day on the moon. I looked over to where my green-house used to be and there before my blood shot coffee starved eyes was one leg of landing gear that was part of a ship so big I couldn’t see the end of it. Sh*t, Vogons.
I thought that said friction. I would rather write about that.
A pure avenue of consciousness, created by creators to satisfy the unexplained, the philosophy of life. That is what they told me, the day I realized the undeniable truth: I did not control my own fate. My destiny was written on keyboards and posted on websites, like this one. I am fiction.
The exploration of an amazing world. A fantasy life in words. Spilling out your mind’s greatest ideas, like an overflowing glass of liquid, and making them into something truly prepossessing. The remarkable act of fiction.
I live in a world of gilded fiction; everything is perfect. But looked from the outside, it is clear that the appearance is flawed, and the seedy underbelly is actually reality.
and so the story begins. we all have our form of the truth, but how much of each of our “true” stories are fact or fiction? at what point does it matter? does the level of truth necessarily make it a better story? or does the fiction, the change, the unexpected, the unbelievable, make it what we care about and remember?