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 donโt realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. The Sacrifice by yani hernandez (free children's ebooks online .TXT) ๐
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I put on my purple jacket that my mom gave me for christmas and did my make up. My mom told me i could'nt go to a club but she dint say i had to listean to her. I was hoping for some privacy to get ready but then my little sister Mary walked in on me. "MarryAlice Alexandra Davis" i always called her by full name when she got me mad or of course walked in on me. Then she signed mom told me to sign you that dinner was ready. Marryalice or as she likes us to call her "Marry" was mute so she could'nt talk but i guess its better than having her talk all the time. Marry wasnt always mute. When she was 4 she and my mom got in a car accident and she cried so much her throat dried out and she lost her voice. When i went down for dinner i krincled my nose at a wiered smell "garlic?" i was suprised my mom never cooked garlic because she said instead of onions garlic made her cry but i guess she decided to mix it up allitle. "It's just the garlic bread that smells that way" my mother yells from affar "it goes with the spegetti, now get your sister and come down here dinner will be ready in 5 minutes. I walked down the hallway to the kitchen when i stoped at the bathroom door because i saw mary wearing my black jeans with ny tanktop and all of my julary and makeup.I always counted back from 5 to let her know and hurry and undo whatever it was she had done so i started to count.
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