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. Hunter by Amy Lockhart (ereader ebook .TXT) 📖
- Author: Amy Lockhart
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It was a sunday afternoon. 3'o clock in Paris, France. She was known as the greatest detective in all the world, or at least in France. She was known as to be kind hearted and mysterious. They called her Hunter. No one knew her actual name, but from my perspective, well it's just Hunter.Though I can recall what her last name was. It was Enola, her nickname now adays is the Alone Hunter. And that is how it ties it all up to Enola and Hunter. Enola is alone spelled backwards, so that is how she got that nickname.
It says you can hear her call at night. They say it's like a wolf-like howl. Well, let's see if we can find her. I know where she likes to investigate. Let's see if she has anything for us.
They went to her little so called hideout and met face to face with her.
"Hi." "Looking for trouble?"
"No!"
"Well then you might as well go." "Wait never mind I got this amulet for you!"
"Ah, Goodbye!" he replied.
She took aim and through it at him.
"Oww!"
He got sucked into the magical realm of the amulet, and that is where he stayed. She was feeling quite sorry fo what she did. She then noticed that he was trying to be good, so she quietly crept back to her corner and cryed. She would never forgive herself, so she went over to the amulet and put it around her neck and when she looked at it she cryed. She could not stop so she sat there and waited. She gasped. The amulet transported her into it's cold camber. She then saw him there and said:
"I'm sorry, I just figured out the bigest mystery in all my life."
"How to ask for forgivness."
With that we now draw this story to and end.
Publication Date: 10-27-2012
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