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. Stranded by Misanimelover (little red riding hood read aloud .txt) 📖
- Author: Misanimelover
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Walking alone, pitch black at night and no one in sight. I walk down the path with my head looking down I kick a rock and it flys onto the road, I find a building, a building I have never seen before. I was getting dragged into the house I try resist and run away but I can't I don't know what to do, but my heart was telling me to walk forward. So I did. That day I regret my hole life. Even now it's still scared within me. Every time I try to forget, the pain gets worse. Once I got into that house, I fainted. I awoke being tied to a chair, my legs spread apart my head forced backwards my arms tied. I struggle trying to escape but I can't. This man in a cloak walked up to me, he opens a case, he gets a handful of pills and forces it down my throat, I spit and choke I struggle trying to get away he pulls my hair and shoves his hand down my throat and drops the pills, I start coughing up blood and and crying red tears. From exhaustion I lay there getting dizzy all I can do is sit. The man is there looking at me, wondering what will happen. I gaze to him with blood chuckling down my face, I say a prayer hoping to stay alive. The man slowly walks to me, and slaps me on the face. He slowly takes off his cloak. And he gives me a evil grin.
Text: Don't copy anything mates
Images: Dont copy meh pics either mates
Editing: Cats go meow :)
Translation: Cats go meow :)
Publication Date: 08-30-2012
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