a story in which author writes keeping reality in mind so that fiction becomes stranger and lovelier than reality and readers like to read stuff like this.
Fiction fiction fiction… there’s truth in it you know. Analogies are an age old means of establishing truths when facts run dry. That is not to say they’re Gospel. And that saying itself has lost all meaning now as we know Gospel to be fiction.
the greatest thing about life is the fiction we endure each day, it can stem from the mind, from nature, from divinity, or from humanity itself, but it is something we do to let go of what we create it from.
There are many things I’d write about, given the chance – though fiction comes most easily, it is my least appreciated ability. I would rather write an essay, sometimes, I think. I like to deal in facts. But still, the imagination -which gives birth to fiction- is a beautiful thing. I enjoy it more than words can possibly illustrate.
fiction is my world. fiction should be your world. make it your world, or my flying monkey alligators will eat you. my flying monkey alligators are fiction. and fiction is my world. fiction should be your world. fiction <3 fiction should be reality.
your existence is fictitious. :D so is new zealand.
Fiction was he was all about. Pure fiction. So pure that even he believed it was the truth about himself. Everyone else he knew did. Knew the truth. That the truth was all he was. Fiction, but true. All he was. And that is the way he and everyone liked it.
fiction means not real. it took a while for me to understand that in elementary school. non-fiction, non means “not”, so why can’t fiction mean “true” so that non-fiction can mean “not true” instead of nonfiction meaning “not not true”
fiction is all smthing which is not really existing… it takes us to that world of ours where we are wat we want to …. v can express , live n cherish the each part of it the we want it to b in our real life..!!
That shit is fake as hell. No really hell is made up, so is heaven… what ever it takes to put you at ease and make it easier for your parents to tell you about death when you are a kid. That is all the religion stuff is. Live life, and don’t be like the people you hate
Fiction is a wonderful thing of imagination and stuff. Sometimes it can be great, sometimes not so much. Everyone has different notions of what is good, but I can never be happy with the notion of immortal vampires that sparkle in the sunlight.
It is made up stuff that we would like to think is real. Most of the time it is all we make up in our heads and hope that our life was like that. It is living in your own mind where everything always goes your way, and no matter what nothing can ever harm you.
FICTION. aka life. People lie ALL THE TIME. Why do we ever tell the truth? Prepare yourself to meet hundreds of people invent personalities at any moment. Good luck, be yourself honeyyy
books that i don’t really like to read. i like to read non-fiction instead. except harry potter. and where the red fern grows. those are the only fiction books i have ever really enjoyed. i don’t know why i’m writing this with out proper capitalization. sorry. i fail.. what else do i write aboutt
fiction. imagination.
the unreal.
fake.
fiction is all I read.
I try for non-fiction, but not it never really works.
it’s a major failure actually.
almost always.
Fiction is something that is made up. The opposite of fact. Fiction is a popular form of writing – most people read novels and these tend to be fiction. It is a genre of books. Fiction is made of 8 letters with 2 syllables.
If things were different, they might have worked out. But they weren’t, they never would have been, and everything felt like she fell into the fiction section of a library.
There are many things that went through her mind. The fact that her entire history that she had been told was completely fictional…that was at the very top.
fictional story. Little red riding hood. Big bad wolf. Did you know that Brother Grimm’s stories were originally written with bad endings. This is to frighten kids to keep them away from woods. Hansel and Gretal got eaten.
While reading one night, Sally slipped and fell into the book. It was then that she turned and looked around and saw the trees growing upside down and the frogs that wore crowns and the dancing rocks and stones, and she realized that fiction was a much more beautiful place than her hospital bed, and so she decided to stay.
“Is it real?” Hettie had asked her father once, when he read to her late at night.
“Does it matter?” he smiled, stroking the page. He tapped his finger on the words there. “Something is true if we believe it. If you believe, then it doesn’t matter. It’s true enough.”
Fiction, or Non-fiction that is the question. How do you know that what you see, hear, smell, taste and touch is really there? How do you know that you really in this reality and not just dreaming. Herer and now we are presented with this seemingly simple question, do you beleive the world around you?
If fiction was only the truth. The things I would give to live in my books, to live in the stories spun on pages that I’ve spent so much time in. The pages are worn and torn, crinkled with the youthful feeling my fingers get when engrossed in a beautiful story. My life is defined by what I have read.
When my world gets too hard, I retreat to my world of fiction. I write stories about girls with terrible lives who are saved by lovely boys and kindhearted friends and family that notices when the girls have cried themselves to sleep. When reality breaks me down, shows me how wrong I am, I relinquish my grip on it and paint a better world with my pen, describe the things that would make my life better. When I’ve been broken down by lovely boys, forgotten by kindhearted friends, and gone unnoticed by my family, I create a new girl who gets everything I never have, and long to trade places with someone whose truly got greener grass on the other side.
love as we know it.
the world around us is all just fiction to bad the fiction books are often more understandable than life. fiction we read because we create our own and call it reality.
fiction is my life. Who knows what can happen in a fiction world? You leave your life behind, no second thoughts, and take off into a world of mystery and amazement where anything is possible and no one can judge you. How can anything truly be better than that. Well it can, if you create it.
George wrote his memoirs, telling of how his heroics saved the world from the evil empires, the perils of Socialism, and terrorists. He knew history would shed light on his magnanimity, despite the misunderstandings leading to an ungrateful populace. How sad he was when, due to a snag with the ISDN catalog number, book stores shelved his published book under “Fiction.”
I waited for him to finish the chapter before I made mysel heard.”Well? What did you think?”
He scoffed before throwing the novel over his shoulder. “What a complete waste of the imagination. Is this what ancient man had in mind when they started carving art on to stone? I doubt it.”
is something that is not real. you read fiction. you love fiction but at the end of the day it means nothing more than a persons imagination running away in a day dream. they made up something that you were stupid enough to read and now we have a cycle known as fictional reading.
Fabrication, a sweet candy tapestry to indulge in and be enthralled by.
Or horrified, clutching and digging dripping nails into chalk white terror skin.
A word on the tongue that I love to pronounce. The funnier younger brother of fact.
Read write eat sleep breath fiction. It beats reality hands down.
a story in which author writes keeping reality in mind so that fiction becomes stranger and lovelier than reality and readers like to read stuff like this.
Fiction fiction fiction… there’s truth in it you know. Analogies are an age old means of establishing truths when facts run dry. That is not to say they’re Gospel. And that saying itself has lost all meaning now as we know Gospel to be fiction.
You and I. There was never even a story.
the greatest thing about life is the fiction we endure each day, it can stem from the mind, from nature, from divinity, or from humanity itself, but it is something we do to let go of what we create it from.
There are many things I’d write about, given the chance – though fiction comes most easily, it is my least appreciated ability. I would rather write an essay, sometimes, I think. I like to deal in facts. But still, the imagination -which gives birth to fiction- is a beautiful thing. I enjoy it more than words can possibly illustrate.
fiction is my world. fiction should be your world. make it your world, or my flying monkey alligators will eat you. my flying monkey alligators are fiction. and fiction is my world. fiction should be your world. fiction <3 fiction should be reality.
your existence is fictitious. :D so is new zealand.
Fiction was he was all about. Pure fiction. So pure that even he believed it was the truth about himself. Everyone else he knew did. Knew the truth. That the truth was all he was. Fiction, but true. All he was. And that is the way he and everyone liked it.
fiction should not be mistaken for fact. Ever!!! do you hear me?
fiction means not real. it took a while for me to understand that in elementary school. non-fiction, non means “not”, so why can’t fiction mean “true” so that non-fiction can mean “not true” instead of nonfiction meaning “not not true”
fiction is all smthing which is not really existing… it takes us to that world of ours where we are wat we want to …. v can express , live n cherish the each part of it the we want it to b in our real life..!!
That shit is fake as hell. No really hell is made up, so is heaven… what ever it takes to put you at ease and make it easier for your parents to tell you about death when you are a kid. That is all the religion stuff is. Live life, and don’t be like the people you hate
crawling slowly –
desperation has led us here
along this beaten path,
but I am better than this.
Fiction is a wonderful thing of imagination and stuff. Sometimes it can be great, sometimes not so much. Everyone has different notions of what is good, but I can never be happy with the notion of immortal vampires that sparkle in the sunlight.
It is made up stuff that we would like to think is real. Most of the time it is all we make up in our heads and hope that our life was like that. It is living in your own mind where everything always goes your way, and no matter what nothing can ever harm you.
FICTION. aka life. People lie ALL THE TIME. Why do we ever tell the truth? Prepare yourself to meet hundreds of people invent personalities at any moment. Good luck, be yourself honeyyy
books that i don’t really like to read. i like to read non-fiction instead. except harry potter. and where the red fern grows. those are the only fiction books i have ever really enjoyed. i don’t know why i’m writing this with out proper capitalization. sorry. i fail.. what else do i write aboutt
fiction. imagination.
the unreal.
fake.
fiction is all I read.
I try for non-fiction, but not it never really works.
it’s a major failure actually.
almost always.
should I read more non-fiction?
Fiction is something that is made up. The opposite of fact. Fiction is a popular form of writing – most people read novels and these tend to be fiction. It is a genre of books. Fiction is made of 8 letters with 2 syllables.
fiction is a strange word. Just think about the fantasies we have in our minds to write about. Fiction for lack of a better word could be “us”.
fiction has the power to change the world, people just need to look.
If things were different, they might have worked out. But they weren’t, they never would have been, and everything felt like she fell into the fiction section of a library.
There are many things that went through her mind. The fact that her entire history that she had been told was completely fictional…that was at the very top.
fictional story. Little red riding hood. Big bad wolf. Did you know that Brother Grimm’s stories were originally written with bad endings. This is to frighten kids to keep them away from woods. Hansel and Gretal got eaten.
While reading one night, Sally slipped and fell into the book. It was then that she turned and looked around and saw the trees growing upside down and the frogs that wore crowns and the dancing rocks and stones, and she realized that fiction was a much more beautiful place than her hospital bed, and so she decided to stay.
The warm, fuzzy blanket that my mind curls up in.
a stream of words, experiences that entertain, educate, titillate, terrify and fire the imagination
“Is it real?” Hettie had asked her father once, when he read to her late at night.
“Does it matter?” he smiled, stroking the page. He tapped his finger on the words there. “Something is true if we believe it. If you believe, then it doesn’t matter. It’s true enough.”
Fiction, or Non-fction, that is the question.
Fiction, or Non-fiction that is the question. How do you know that what you see, hear, smell, taste and touch is really there? How do you know that you really in this reality and not just dreaming. Herer and now we are presented with this seemingly simple question, do you beleive the world around you?
true, false, reality, fake, books, novels, life, other worlds, characters, shady, unknown, truth, lies, non-fiction, forever.
If fiction was only the truth. The things I would give to live in my books, to live in the stories spun on pages that I’ve spent so much time in. The pages are worn and torn, crinkled with the youthful feeling my fingers get when engrossed in a beautiful story. My life is defined by what I have read.
A pinch of fantasy
A touch of reality
2 cups drudgery
Mix in Imagination until squidgy and interesting.
Place ink in pen.
Write.
Publish.
When my world gets too hard, I retreat to my world of fiction. I write stories about girls with terrible lives who are saved by lovely boys and kindhearted friends and family that notices when the girls have cried themselves to sleep. When reality breaks me down, shows me how wrong I am, I relinquish my grip on it and paint a better world with my pen, describe the things that would make my life better. When I’ve been broken down by lovely boys, forgotten by kindhearted friends, and gone unnoticed by my family, I create a new girl who gets everything I never have, and long to trade places with someone whose truly got greener grass on the other side.
love as we know it.
the world around us is all just fiction to bad the fiction books are often more understandable than life. fiction we read because we create our own and call it reality.
fiction is my life. Who knows what can happen in a fiction world? You leave your life behind, no second thoughts, and take off into a world of mystery and amazement where anything is possible and no one can judge you. How can anything truly be better than that. Well it can, if you create it.
George wrote his memoirs, telling of how his heroics saved the world from the evil empires, the perils of Socialism, and terrorists. He knew history would shed light on his magnanimity, despite the misunderstandings leading to an ungrateful populace. How sad he was when, due to a snag with the ISDN catalog number, book stores shelved his published book under “Fiction.”
I waited for him to finish the chapter before I made mysel heard.”Well? What did you think?”
He scoffed before throwing the novel over his shoulder. “What a complete waste of the imagination. Is this what ancient man had in mind when they started carving art on to stone? I doubt it.”
is something that is not real. you read fiction. you love fiction but at the end of the day it means nothing more than a persons imagination running away in a day dream. they made up something that you were stupid enough to read and now we have a cycle known as fictional reading.
“Well wishes, Henry, that is to say I wish you well.” Violet sing-songed.
“Am I not just a figment of your twisted imagination?” asked Monster Henry.
Violet sighed, rolled her eyes, played with her hair and generally squirmed about.
“Yeah, but there’s no harm in wishing you well when I’m not being twisted.”