The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning.
The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end.
Stichwörter: life reality writing fiction story storytelling meaning writer progression significance real writers-on-writing fictional storyteller pattern arc
But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.
Tom DolbyStichwörter: art suffering fictional tom-dolby
Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worthwhile. So, when you are lonely remember it's true: somebody, somewhere is thinking of you.
Atul PurohitStichwörter: life love novel fictional
I'm gonna sit around here, stay away from there I'm gonna make pretend I just don't care. I could get up, go get her back or maybe I'll just let her go.
Something beyond Love...
lines from Love Vs Destiny...
Stichwörter: life love faith destiny novel fictional
Now, years later, he had been commissioned to fashion pictures with sugar water and dyes, a holiday mural. He had risen into something he could do, he had been recognized, and those years spent enduring his father's impatience seemed far away. He would do it for number 98,761,580, his love whose hand he held, cold as it was, who had lain beside him in the tunnels, in the filth. What had haunted him was the thought of her lovely body wasting away. It had torn at his eyes, his throat. It had taken away his faith.
He painted a band of sugar on the walls of the hotel, the mural reflecting the city back to itself - the deep green park, the holiday windows, lovers under golden angels, flowers spilling out of markets in December, a resurrected skyscraper, a choir of variegated faces singing in front of a red door of a dark church, the homeless - not swept away, not forgotten - their realities on their faces, hands, hair. It was not a Rockwell. There were a few artists, subcontractors, who kept trying to abscond with the project, to make it what it wasn't for the sake of something they likened to a good make-believe before bed.
-- 'A Potter's Field
Stichwörter: short-stories fictional
She was so plain. Would it kill you to wear skirts more, he had said to her. Would it really hurt you? He was thinking of how he would like to see her when she was alone with him. He knew she could dress when she had to, but this was what he was saying. He was saying something about their private life. He was saying something about his needs as a man.
He imagines America’s anger at this. It would be the women, mainly. Their eager faces had watched: Amelia boarding the plane for her first transatlantic flight; Amelia waving to the crowd in the ticker tape parade; Amelia leaving luncheons and concert halls. Some had been housewives and some, girls with dreams of loops and spins and dives, of hugging the curvature of the earth through a thin sheet of aluminum.
-- After Amelia
Stichwörter: short-stories fictional fictional-character
How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?
Stephenie MeyerStichwörter: humor romance fictional
I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.
Erica Sehyun SongStichwörter: adventure fantasy fiction adventures fictional fiction-writing fictions fantasy-fiction fiction-fantasy fiction-novel fantasy-young-adult fantasy-ya adventure-fiction
A long time ago, there was a little girl called Mary. Now Mary, she was warned several times not to go to her neighbor’s house. Her neighbor was a grandmother. But Mary hardly listened, so she snuck off one night to spy on her. She tried the front door first, and it creaked open. Then suddenly, she heard a squeaking noise upstairs. She followed it – climbed up the wooden stairs where half of it was already rotten. She heard the squeaking noise again. It was coming from the library. She opened the door and hid behind a couch. She peered out, and she saw the grandmother.” Dave paused to drain his cup of coffee before continuing. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought that everyone could hear it. “So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her gaze steadily and sharply, and then suddenly, BOO!
Erica Sehyun SongStichwörter: adventure fantasy fiction horror adventures fictional fiction-writing fictions scary fantasy-fiction fiction-fantasy fiction-novel fantasy-young-adult fantasy-ya horror-fantasy adventure-fiction
We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.
Erica Sehyun SongStichwörter: adventure fantasy fiction siblings adventures fictional fiction-writing fictions fantasy-fiction fiction-fantasy fiction-novel sibling fantasy-young-adult fantasy-ya adventure-fiction
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