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. On the Spot by Megan Wick (summer beach reads .txt) ๐
- Author: Megan Wick
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In my world things don't tend to change. It is always the same. I walk outside in the morning at exactly 7:00 a.m. and Chance, my neighbor will say hello two minutes and 47 seconds later. My mom is always making a fresh batch of lemon-aid and my dad is mowing the lawn. I have a mind, and I seem to be the only one who wants to use the mind we were all given to leave this cycle of April. Since 55 days ago, it has been April 32nd. Something clicked funny in time and the world proceeded past its own lengths. I, and everyone around me has been stuck. Yesterday, which was today and all last week, has consisted of nothing but doing everything in my power to change this never ending cycle. I have made sure that the lawnmower was broken I have smashed the TV. I have convinced my parents that I hate them and I have gone to sleep looking Gothic. The next morning I wake up and I am normal again. The TV is in one piece, the lawn mover fixed, and my parents can't remember a thing. I am slowly losing what seems to be my own reality. I wish I could ask someone else about the way my life isn't moving anywhere. I wish I could ask them if there is someone else out there that can remember the yesterday too. Am I the only one that can save everything I know and love?
Text: "Blurb" another rewrite of a saying in a Bones episode "the doctor in the photo"
Translation: http://translator.worldclockr.com/
Publication Date: 02-13-2012
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