Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.

She snorted in amusement at my remark. “When are the guards going to start to notice?” Keith peered into the distance. “Starting now,.

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.

It was a fictional story, but like any good fiction, without the need to adjust or conceal the truth, it actually might bethe greatest expression of truth.

She smiled sinisterly. Light mist started to slowly swirl around us. All I could see was her, the tall rocks and the white wall. She beckoned to me. I took a step and another. I was now ankle deep into the water. The mysterious girl smiled like a predator.

He sent it flying at full speed. It jumped six times as well, sending ripples across the sea. The small splashes of foam turned into miniature rainbows as they caught the light of the evening sun setting behind the clouds.

Ok! So that's the spice. Typical gossips for or against a qualified newcomer!

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

Bad as political fiction can be, there is always a politician prepared to make it look artistic by comparison.