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. Denouement by H.L.W. (a book to read .TXT) 📖
- Author: H.L.W.
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Who am I? If I remember correctly, I am Liza Crone, right? And if I can remember, I was last attending at a medical school, but I can't exactly remember what I was majoring in. That isn't good, and I can't even remember if I'm single or not, and that definitely isn't good.
I looked around and tried to remember if I was any where familiar, but this place was way over my head. It was, perhaps, a warehouse, or maybe the basement of some big incorporation building, but there was absolutely no reason why I had to be in someones bloody clothes- literally. I stood up and looked at the concrete floor. Was that blood? I checked myself, and gladly it wasn't that time of month, but on my arm it had looked as if someone took a bite out of me. Great, that's an infection, but it didn't hurt so then maybe my arm was falling off.
I sighed and then began to walk around the... room and tried to find my way out. I had to find some things out though, including about why I was where I was and why I can't even remember what state or country I'm in. I could've been kidnapped, and now I wake up with a chunk missing from my arm, in bloody clothes, and in some creepers dark kidnap-then-rape basement.
There were many things going through my head right now, but the biggest and most common thing running through my mind was food, and I wanted food. A nice big steak sounded nice, and maybe medium rare, or really rare. What am I thinking? That is just disgusting, and why would I want to even eat steak? The last I can remember, I am a vegetarian, well, the last I can remember.
Publication Date: 11-05-2012
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