It means that something is fake. It is someone or something that is not real.
So are books fictional?
Hmm. Are you sure?
Yes, I’m sure. There are some books based on facts, but most of the ones you read aren’t real.
The book isn’t real?
No, the book is real. But the story isn’t.
But if the book is real, how can the story be fake?
Because it isn’t based on fact.
But a lot of things aren’t based on fact. That doesn’t mean they aren’t true. Just because you can’t prove something doesn’t mean it isn’t real.
So you’re trying to say that everything that happens in a book is real?
No. But it itself is still real.
Okay, I’m lost.
The story is fiction. But how can a character that seems so real be fictional?
Because.... I don’t know. Maybe they’re based on real people?
But how can they be “based” on real people? That would mean they’re based on real things. On facts. You said they aren’t.
Well, the story isn’t.
But the characters are? How can factual characters live in a fictional setting?
Because it’s a book.
That’s not an answer.
Because the characters and the settings were created by the author.
So is the author fictional?
What? No! Where would you even get that idea?
You have to be real to create something real, right? So to create something fictional, are you fictional?
No. A real person can create a fictional story.
What fact is that based on?
I mean, who told you that?
Um, everyone who has ever written a book?
But you haven’t written a book.
So, how do you know that the story isn’t real?
Because it’s only real in the author’s mind.
But their mind is real.
Yes, it is. But the story is not.
I’m done with this conversation.
Fine. But I’m just saying, fictional characters are real.
That sentence doesn’t even make sense.
No. It doesn’t. Not to someone who has never created a story.
You are honestly trying to tell me that all your book characters are real people?
I never said that.
Yes, you did!
No. I said they were real. They are real fictional book characters. And they’re my friends.
Friends who only live in your mind?
Sometimes, the best kind of friends only live in your mind. They’re the ones you meet in the pages of books. The ones who will never leave you, even when their stories are done. They aren’t real in the sense of physical people. But they are real to the author.
You think way too much.
Probably so. But it’s what writers do. How else would we imagine and shape our own dreams with our thoughts?
Sorry if your brain is hurting now! XD But can anyone relate?