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. Just My Luck by Nicole Honey Boskey (best love novels of all time .TXT) 📖
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Walking out of the school building, I wrap my coat tighter around my waist, trying to keep the cold from seeping in. My hair whips around my head, while the wind stings my face. As I think ‘This couldn’t get any worse’, it does. I feel a big drop of liquid fall onto my arm. As I examine it, hoping it’s not bird droppings, another one falls onto my head. Then another. I realize that it is rain drops. I turn my face upwards and watch the rain drops turn from a slight drizzle to a steady stream as they hit the pavement. I wrap my coat tighter around me and bend my head low to the ground, preparing to make a run for the train station. As I start to run, the light turns red, and I’m forced to come to a sudden stop. There are puddles forming fast. A lot of people are running for cover as the rain comes down harder. I think to my self again, ‘It can’t get anymore worse than this!’
While I’m waiting at the stop light, getting wetter by the second, a car comes around the corner. I see the huge puddle in front in the car’s path, but I don’t move out the way in time. SPLASH! As the water splashes towards me, I already know it is too late to move out the way. ‘Great!’ I think to myself. The water under the car squirts at me full force, and catches me in my face, on my hair, and all over my clothes. I stand there, still as a lamppost, for a couple of seconds, stunned. I wipe my face with the back of my hand and look down at my clothes. There is mud and something brownish-grayish on my shirt and jeans. I look up to the sky and ask “What’s next?” A couple of moments pass by and I start to walk again, taking my time—I’m already wet! After a few feet, I feel a huge plop of liquid fall onto my shoulder. I take a closer look and see that it’s white and a little green. Bird Poop!! “Oh Come On!” I scream up to the sky, the rain still falling steadily. I bend my head towards the ground and slowly continue my journey home.
Publication Date: 03-22-2011
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