For our club, we will be using:

(Konos Connection / 1998 / Paperback)

The Definition of Fiction

fic·tion (fkshn) n.

1. a. An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented.1. b. The act of inventing such a creation or pretense.2. A lie.3. a. A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact.3. b. The category of literature comprising worksof this kind, including novels and short stories.4. Law Something untrue that is intentionally represented as true by the narrator.

[Middle English ficcioun, from Old French fiction, from Latin ficti, fictin-, from fictus, past participle of fingere, to form; see dheigh- in Indo-European roots.]
fiction·al adj.fiction·ali·ty (-sh-nl-t) n.fiction·al·ly adv.
Word History: To most people "the latest fiction" means the latest novels or stories rather than the most recently invented pretense or latest lie. All three senses of the word fiction point back to its source, Latin ficti, "the action of shaping, a feigning, that which is feigned." Ficti in turn was derived from fingere, "to make by shaping, feign, make up or invent a story or excuse." Our first instance of fiction, recorded in a work composed around 1412, was used in the sense "invention of the mind, that which is imaginatively invented." It is not a far step from this meaning to the sense "imaginative literature," firstrecorded in 1599.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

K. W. Pearson's sample from his untitled book

The sun was just rising the morning at the furthermost outpost of human expansion on the planet Maresantoo. It's name was Vanguard Key. The only sounds were the footsteps of two small children. The boy was five years of age, and the girl, seven. His name was Kevin, and the girl was named Molly.

Whenever she couldn't sleep, she would sneak out of her family's house and wander the streets. This time, however, her brother followed her.

"How much farther Molly?" Kevin whined. "My feetseeis is getting tired."

"Not too far," Molly assured him.

She hadn't a clue where they were going, nor could she care less. She had been infected with the wanderlust. She longed to leave the outpost and explore the surrounding hills and forests. She wondered how long and wide the lake was.

She pushed her short, sand colored bangs away from her diamond colored eyes.

"Wanna go climb the walls?" she asked Kevin.

"Is they far?" he asked in return.

"No."

"Then we can go home?" he inquired further.

"I guess." molly sighed. I could probably sneak out when he falls back asleep, Molly thought.
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