Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.
Neil GaimanWho says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?
Mots clés truth beauty false fictions structur
One of the schools in Tlön has reached the point of denying time. It reasons that the present is undefined, that the future has no other reality than as present hope, that the past is no more than present memory.
Jorge Luis BorgesMots clés time metafiction fictions argentian-authors ficciones
Bad as political fiction can be, there is always a politician prepared to make it look artistic by comparison.
Christopher HitchensMots clés politics fictions washington-dc sleaze political-fiction
He had a respect for facts maybe this was one.
Anne CarsonNow he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he'd never lived.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónMots clés life memories biography fictions lived
Most civilizations had more fiction than they did real history.
Vernor VingeMots clés history fiction mythology fictions
I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.
Erica Sehyun SongMots clés 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 SongMots clés 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 SongMots clés 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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