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. Three very short stories by Dale McMurray (ereader that reads to you .txt) 📖
- Author: Dale McMurray
Book online «Three very short stories by Dale McMurray (ereader that reads to you .txt) 📖». Author Dale McMurray
KAY
Kay sat on a lip of a long rocky fall.
” Would a jump finish what was going to occur?”
Thinking Kay sat looking at a dust storm coming this way. Closing both gray orbs to ward off bugs a thought slid into action.
With arms as wings Kay took flight. A slow but straight flight took a downward dip into an abyss. Dust slid to look as Kay got to far to watch.
Dust lost again. Kay was still a virgin. And was a survivor to fight again. Dust slunk away and laid back to cry. Kay had won.
PUMPKIN
Pumpkin was without thought for a long span of infinity. It was too long for most. But Pumpkin had a plan. Always a song without a chorus. But soon to join that choir that Pumpkin in a past brush with a song lost.
How savory that sound was. And so Pumpkin in a way had a want for a sound to float from soft lips, Pumpkin’s own sound.
As Pumpkin's thoughts of music took flight a fountain of sound was filling vacant air. So Pumpkin’s craving to sing with God’s choir was taking form. At last among all Pumpkin sang.
Manhunt
A hunt had going on for months. But Jason was out of sight . Nathan was optimistic that soon That man would know about chains . Many had to gain information as to his hiding domain.
Nathan wentsought out a building that was dirty and a haunt of Jason’s. Hoping to find any information Jason had forgot. No nothing. A ringing in old air. A call. From who? Jason . But it was a short call. Nathan was soon upon Jason. And Nathan was looking at his man. Gun up handcuffs dangling His assassin now was in custody. Victory was his.
Publication Date: 03-21-2012
All Rights Reserved
Comments (0)