A Real Short Story
A Real Short Story Here’s something unexpected—one time, I wrote a short story that was so convincing, someone thought it was a real memory of mine. It was about me getting lost in a foreign city, following a stray cat through winding alleyways until I stumbled upon a hidden bookshop that didn’t seem to exist on any map. The person reading it asked me where this bookshop was, saying they wanted to visit it. When I told them it was fiction, they refused to believe me! That got me thinking—maybe stories can be so real that they become part of reality in someone’s mind. Maybe somewhere out there, that bookshop does exist now, just because someone believed in it. What about you? Have you ever had a moment where fiction and reality blurred?