Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Good Morning To You by emma smith (polar express read aloud .txt) 📖
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As I pulled up into the drive way to take my tree cosines Sammy ,Halley, and Marty, to school I saw that their mom's car was still in the drive way. I parked in the drive way and rushed thought the door. I saw Haley, who was 11 sitting in the steps of the house
"Is your mom still here?" I asked. Halley looked at me with a strait face.
"yup. Marty is being a little bitch."
"where did you learn to say that?" I was shocked that Halley,who was eleven said that. She looked at me with her eye brow raised.
"you." she said as a reply.
"oh. Ok then." I hard Marty screaming and ran into the kitchen.
"Aunty, whats wrong?" I saw my Aunt pinning Marty to the ground trying to get shoes on to Marty's feet, but Marty continued to Kick her in the face.
"Emma! help me get her shoes on!" she told me. I ran over and picked Marty and set her on the kitchen chair and to my amazement she had stopped crying, I slipped on her shoes with easily. My aunt stood there in shock before getting up.
"OH MY GAWD I FORGOT ABOUT SAMMY!!!!!!" she yelled. I then rushed up stares into Sammy's room.
She was sleeping peacefully with her butt in air. I took my purse off my shoulder and threw it at her head.
"You Lazy ass!! get up!!!" I yelled. My purse hit her in the butt and she fell out of bed.She popped her head up.
"what was that for?" she yelled
"for sleeping in!Get up your going to be late!"I raced out of the room ,down the stairs to check on Marty. She was eating her breakfast quietly as her mom struggled to get out the door. I looked down at her and was horrified when I say her Disney sippy-cup. --->
I know that Disney is know to have subliminal messages but this was just wrong! I snacked the sippy-cup from her hands and gave her a new one. I threw the Bell sippy-cup into the trash. I then heard a crash and went running to the stares . Sammy had fallen asleep while walking down the stares and was now sleeping on the floor. I kicked her awake and grabbed the three girls and loaded them into car.
On the way to Marty's Preschool she started singing row row row your boat. The thing is she kept singing it over and over and over...
"Row, row, row your boat
Gently Down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream." she sang that about twenty times.
"shut up Marty!!!" Sammy yelled. I then turned on the radio and "you belong with me" by Taylor swift was on. She then started LOUDLY sing to that. I missed her singing the boat song. Yup just a normal morning.....
THE END
Publication Date: 02-22-2011
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Dedication:
to my crazy family
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