📖 Fiction: The Lies That Tell the Truth

fiction is strange.

it asks you to believe in things we know aren’t real—

a door to another world. a city lost in time. a war that never happened.

but somehow, it still makes you feel something real.

you ache for characters who never existed.

you see yourself in a story you’ve never lived.

you carry a moment that never actually happened.

why? 🤔

because fiction doesn’t make things up.

it reshapes what’s already there.

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fiction isn’t an escape. it’s a reveal.

it takes what’s familiar, bends it, distorts it—

until it becomes something you can actually see.

a made-up tragedy that reminds you of a real one.

a fantasy world that makes your reality clearer.

a character’s flaw that exposes your own.

the story itself? just a container.

the feeling it leaves you with? that’s what matters.

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fiction tells the truth in disguise.

sometimes it’s easier to accept something

when it’s wrapped in metaphor.

a monster instead of a fear. 👁️

a hero’s journey instead of your own struggles. 🏹

a parallel world instead of the one you’re afraid to confront.

fiction gives you distance—

so you can finally get close to what you’ve been avoiding.

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why does fiction stay with us?

because it doesn’t just tell a story.

it creates a reflection.

it lets you step outside yourself

and come back with something new.

not a lesson. not an answer.

but a feeling.

an understanding.

a truth you didn’t expect to find. 🌊

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so maybe fiction isn’t about what’s real.

maybe it’s about what we’re finally ready to see.

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Until next time,

Riley

P.S. Fiction doesn’t lie. It just finds a better way to tell the truth. ✨