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. Insanity by Jenna Moore (the snowy day read aloud TXT) 📖
- Author: Jenna Moore
Book online «Insanity by Jenna Moore (the snowy day read aloud TXT) 📖». Author Jenna Moore
As I stepped forward on impulse, I could feel no ground under my feet. I screamed, not knowing where I was, everything blacker than night. I turned my gaze upwards and saw a quickly shrinking sky, and I had a deep feeling would not see it again for a long, long time.
For hours I traveled at the same pace until I had a sense of sinking. I felt like the world was gone and I became certain I was dead. But death could not possibly hold so much pain.
falling, still falling.
I could no longer feel myself; I was just not there. I quickly forgot time itself. I did not know how long this extreme feeling would last and did not wonder how long it had been. I waited and waited for unconsciousness to take me into its welcoming arms, but the comfort never came.
The weight of this weightlessness pushed down on me. I was forced to tears. I sobbed until my heart was an empty hole. ice replaced me. flying was sopposed to feel wonderful, but now, i see, they were liars. i will kill them. my anger was strong.
No one was coming. I begged the stars for forgiveness, hoping that this pain would end, but they showed me no mercy. I could not think, not remember my name. I had no sense of direction and I finally stopped fighting. I gave into the false sense of security and accepted that I wanted to die. I begged for death. I pleaded. I finally knew that this torture would never end.
Publication Date: 06-08-2011
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
To Bella
Comments (0)