Every once in a while, I’ve written fiction that has a basis in reality. Because of the nature of this fiction, I call it “creative nonfiction.” Though it may seem like it’s not real at all, so I usually have to preface it as “really really really creative nonfiction.” This is mostly actual creative nonfiction. The content is not real. It’s based off a dream I had. But the dream itself was real. I had it. So this, in a sense, is creative nonfiction. There's death and suicide alluded to, but nothing vivid (and not mine, LOL). And nobody dies in this story. At least...in this version.
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