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. What am I? by Cassandra Ridgway (a book to read txt) 📖
- Author: Cassandra Ridgway
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I am the sulphorous smog that engulfs the body. My slimy, slippery liquid clings to the skin. Like scalding oil, I seep into every pore. The color of blood-red wine blurs the eye’s vision. I may start out small and insignificant but if left unattended I will continue to grow and spread like some poisonous gas that stretched to all parts of the body, making limbs taught and the brain cloudy.
I murmur quietly, humming disturbing thoughts, whispering of murderous actions. Droning on and on, I titter. The rumble within their brain begins to grate on the mind. They resist. I shriek and squeal, my piercing voice forcing them to do as I say.
Creeping into the mouth, the taste buds tingle, for I am surprisingly sweet, as is my sister Revenge. It is a deception though, the pitiful creature realizes as they swallow. Now only bitterness is left, and the face contorts at the strange tartness I leave behind.
First, I am just a fog, but once I’ve taken hold, I turn callous. I am leather-like yet flexible, able to coil my hairy tendrils around the heart. Once it is devoid of all goodness, I overcome the once soft organ, turning it to some hollow stone that might shatter at any moment. Lastly, I claim the soul. I have gorged myself ‘til I’m about to burst. Like some bulging giant, I tower over my victims. I have won. I have transformed these beings into something so hideous that no one will dare to help. From now on I shall govern all thought and reason. I have one, for I am Hatred.
Publication Date: 03-22-2010
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