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. I Want To Fall In Love by Jun Ryuu (important books to read txt) 📖
- Author: Jun Ryuu
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I want to fall in love with big, fat raindrops that cascade to the beat of a free-flowing rhapsody. I want to fall in love with clouds so fluffy and massive, that there is no doubt that a lost civilization resides just out of sight, floating above an ignorant world of land-dwellers. I want to fall in love with all the bubbles in the ocean, as they escape from the lips of fishes and travel upwards through the water, seemingly weightless as they float to the surface, but carrying the weight of the world in the form of a single fish’s thoughts. I want to fall in love with the idea that by blowing bubbles, I can pour out all my worries into a single breath and watch them float away. I want to fall in love with grass stains. I want to fall in love with laughing and crying. I want to fall in love with making carpet angels on my living room floor as radiant rays of sun envelop me in a warm embrace. I want to fall in love with shiny paraphernalia and the rainbows that reflect off of them. I want to fall in love with fireflies as they light up the sky high above my head, the ancestors of the stars they share a likeness to. I want to fall in love with perfume and the memories it evokes that would remain otherwise forgotten. I want to fall in love with a heartbeat as it creates its own rhythm of existence. I want to fall in love with the way that my heart beats when I’m exhilarated and it thunders in my chest and pounds in my ears so that the world may hear it crying out ‘I am here! Listen to me! Here I am!’. I want to fall in love with the idea that maybe that pounding in my ears isn’t the beating of my own heart, but rather the synchronized beating of my twin soul’s heart as they listen to the beating of mine. I want to fall in love with keys whether they open up doors, locks, oceans, secret codes, maps, music, or even hearts. I want to fall in love with lazy Sundays. I want to fall in love with the color green, vibrant and verdant as it stubbornly pushes its way into this world in the form of a sprout. I want to fall in love with friends and the way that they can cure heartache better than any drug. I want to fall in love with the world.
ImprintText: The cover image is not mine. I got it off of google or more precisely, blogs.eveningsun.com/sportingword/rain.
Publication Date: 08-09-2010
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Dedication:
To my friends, who inspired me. And Miss Goedtke, who encouraged me.
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