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. Camolot by Jasmine Ann-Marie Riley (i can read books .txt) 📖
- Author: Jasmine Ann-Marie Riley
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“Oh mother, stop lying about, we need help in this house and you certainly are not providing it. Now get, and work a little. We are not your servants, and we won’t be treated like one either!” said Certrinia, second leader of Camolot. “Just because you’re the second leader of Camolot, doesn’t mean you can tell your mother what to do. Servant Smirkent, children are best well servants, now get me a glass of water.” Said the leader of the Santerian Church. Certrinia gave her mother a quick, mean, glare, and slowly walk off to get her mother a glass of water. She can be such a witch some time, oh wait, she is, thought Certrinia. “Honey, will you pass me a glass so I can get mother water from the pitcher?” She said to her little sister, Laverna. “O.K.,” she said in her little four-year old voice. She jumped on the counter, smooth and quick, stood up, opened the cabinet, and slowly handed her sister a glass. “Thank you sweetie.” She grabbed the glass and turned, and her smooth, brown hair hit her in the face. She pushes it out of the way, and slowly walks to the town pitcher. She walks pass people from everywhere, not just Camolot.
When she gets there, she takes the glass fills it up, and swallows it in one gulp. She quickly gets a glass for her mother, knowing she would be mad if she didn’t return with it filled. “Oh what took you so long? I nearly died from thirst. What are you standing there for? Quickly hand it to me.” Her mother said in a strict voice. Certrinia went over to her mother and handed her the glass. “It would be good if you did.” Certrinia mumbled to herself. “What?” asked her mother. “Oh I was just saying how good it was to be home in the cool air, instead of outside in the scorching heat.” “Oh ok well leave me along.” As Certrinia walk out of the room she muttered to herself “Stupid, nasty, filthy, pig, mother”
Publication Date: 09-27-2011
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