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. Natural Dangers 1 by Sarah Cornett (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .TXT) 📖
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The wind screamed in my ears and tore at my frail body. I struggled to stand, succeeding in only falling, landing hard on my face where blood soon appears. I taste blood in my mouth as well, and my wrist feels like I dipped it in a two thousand degree fire, then cut it with a knife. Basically, pain. Pain is everwhere, wind is everywhere, screams.....are everywhere. I can't breath without gasping in pain and blood has dripped into my eyes. I wipe the blood away and squint, seeing the funnel just up ahead. My heart thumped harder in my chest. I was moving towards
the storm. I immeadiently release the pole I am clinging to. Big mistake. I scream as I whip head over heels in the air, eventually hitting hard againts a broken billboard.
"Help...." I croak. I cough, blood spewing into my hand and on my clothes. The cold wind is biting at me, trying to grab me, take me, into the depths of the tornado. I resist, but it may just cost me my life. The billboard creaks with the weight of the wind and me, the top part breaks off, twisting and turning in the wind. I follow it and the wind pushes me down, shoving me into the dirt and grass. I whimper in pain, like a dog injured after a brawl. I have never been in more pain than I am in right now. All of a sudden, I hear a voice shout over the wind. I know I'm crazy when I see a shining figure emerge from over the hill. It's a man with long dark hair and kind, sweet brown eyes. He lifts me up and carries me. I cling to him. The darkness takes me.
When I wake up I am in a hospital bed. All signs of the stranger are gone and the only one in the room is my husband, Stefan. I let a cry that turns to a gasp and he wakes up with a start, his brown eyes filled with worry and concern. I hold out my arms and he sweeps me up, grasping me to his chest like I could suddenly disapear.
"Never do that to me again," he murmers, his lips pressed to my forehead. I push him back but pull him back to me to kiss him. He kisses me back, deeply, and I can tell he was scared.
"Don't be scared." I whisper againts his lips, reaching a hand up to brush back his dark curls. His only response is to pull me closer, until not a single shaft of light could make it through. Except His light, the one that helped me through the storm.
Publication Date: 11-01-2012
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