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. Drabble Contest Entry by Kally Estrada (animal farm read .TXT) 📖
- Author: Kally Estrada
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I have been walking now for eight hours. By now I knew I was lost. Out of all the places I would like to get lost at I end up in the Amazon in the middle of all these wonderful yet dangerous creatures. I decide to take a break and take a seat on the ground. I take off my backpack and take out some crackers that I had brought. As I sat there enjoying my crackers I noticed a capybara shyly approached me. I tossed him a cracker I realized how scary but wonderful it was to be lost.
I was eight years old when I first went to the zoo. I remember bugging my parents constantly until they finally gave in. Luckily we went the very next day. There were so many animals but my favorite was the giraffe. I anxiously asked my mom if I could feed it but she refused and told me to just look. As I watched the animal gracefully walking around with the other giraffes I wondered if he missed his home. Does he even know where he is? I felt bad for him and without realizing a tear rolled down my cheek.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning for a jog. It had been months since I have exercised so I thought I would begin today. I warmed up a little by stretching my arms and legs. Once I was ready I began to jog down the street from where I lived. Twenty minutes down the road and I was exhausted. I stop to catch my breath and to my horror a big black dog came at me. I quickly began to jog again trying to get as far away from him as possible. The last thing I heard was teeth gnashing.
Text: Kally Estrada
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