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. The Tomb by Karina (novels to read txt) 📖
- Author: Karina
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I stopped dead in my tracks. He was standing in front of me! His head was tilted to the side, he had a black jacket/cape, and a black hat covering his face. His body was turn to one side, but his face was turned to me, with his long nails pointed to me. I slowly closed my eyes so I’ll be less scared and for my voice won’t tremble. “What”, I started, but he cut me off with,” I warned you about coming to the cemetery at night.” My eyes snapped open and I stiffened. I felt a cold nail on the back of my neck that gave me shills to the bone. Though I didn’t react, I didn’t try to stop him. He traced his fingers down my back, under my shirt, left to right, left to right, over and over. Then I wanted to react, I turned around and he wasn’t there, but I could still feel his nail, left to right. He stopped tracing his nail on my back when I tripped over a tomb. The tomb broke in half and rats scattered out. I picked myself up and ran like my life depended on it, which at the time it did. When I got home I went straight to the mirror, pulled up my shirt. I started shivering from fear. He left a message.
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