In literature a drama genre deserves your attention. Dramas are usually called plays. Every person is made up of two parts: good and evil. Due to life circumstances, the human reveals one or another side of his nature. In drama we can see the full range of emotions : it can be love, jealousy, hatred, fear, etc. The best drama books are full of dialogue. This type of drama is one of the oldest forms of storytelling and has existed almost since the beginning of humanity. Drama genre - these are events that involve a lot of people. People most often suffer in this genre, because they are selfish. People always think to themselves first, they want have a benefit.When i moved by sam scott (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📖
- Author: sam scott
Book online «When i moved by sam scott (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📖». Author sam scott
I just moved here to New Jersey. I'm seventeen years old. I have blond hair and green eyes. I'm in love with nature so I spend most of my time outside. I have no mom or dad. They died in a car crash. I live with my uncle ken.
I went to walk around my new neighborhood, when I tripped over a huge willow tree root. I couldn't get up. I looked down at my legs and ankles. I couldn't see my left ankle bone. I started to scream because I was so freaked out. I tried to get up but when I got to my feet I feel and heard a loud pop. Then I looked at my ankle and I could see the bone. I screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The last thing I remember was a loud slam. Then I fainted.
I woke up in a strangers house. With a wrap on my ankle.I got up on one foot and hop to the flight of stairs. I hear a guy's voice, " Ms. are you ok?" I tried to hop as fast as I can put the guy grabbed me before I hopped down the first step."I wouldn't do that if I was you." It sounded like a threat to me. He picked me up and carried me down stairs. I started to cry. Where am I. Well at my house duh. Why am I here and wheres my uncle? Well I heard you scream. I saw you right outside my house and you were just laying there. So I picked you up and saw your bone and let my mom fix you up. Shes a doctor.
"Ok. that leads to another thing." I said. Whats your name? Damen. What's yours Sasha. Well lets get you home Sasha. Before he step on the porch I passed out. All I could remember was his warmth. I woke up in my bed this time. I thought to myself "Damen."
Publication Date: 06-04-2012
All Rights Reserved
Comments (0)