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. The girl who didnt survive the vampire. by Buttercup12898 (best ebook reader under 100 .txt) ๐
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"Good Night Class" "Have a great weekend" says Mrs. Bailey. "Remember on Monday you have a quiz on what Genetics is." "Class Dissmissed" It was cold and dark when I left the school. I could see a thing. finally I got home. I ran into my room. I put all of my school things away. I had gotton into some nice pajamas and went to sleep. "Good Morning" says my maid Amy. "Morning" I said back. I quickly got up and ran into the shower. I put new clothes on. Then I ran outside and headed torwards the beach. It was like 4:00 a.m. The maid has a few problems with her we have no idea what is wrong with her. I went to the beach and I see some boy walking across the sand. "Who are you" I ask. He didnt respond to me. I ran to him. "Hi who are you" I asked again. "Hello, my name is Oliver." "Hi my name is Courtney." "well i got to go." Says Oliver. "ok Bye" He leaves and i sit right in a chair. I of course fall asleep in the chair. I wake up to screaming. When I opened my eyes i see people runing around having fun like it is a birthday party or something. I look for Oliver. Some reason I cant find him. I run home. When i walk into my room i search oliver. "hmmmm" "i wonder why he isnt on myspace. i thought. Well i will have to see him tommorw outside at the beach. I leave at 3:55. Finnaly i see him. He turns and looks at me. I had gotton scared. I had gotten a weird feeling from him. I started to head home. Then something grabed my neck and pulled me. Something put some hard teeth or like an animal bite into my neck. And then 4 minutes later. I was Dead. Police searched and searched for me. They couldnt find my dead body. Finally they found my body. And they couldnt find out what killed me! My best friend had warned me not to go to the beach on January 20th at 3:59. I didnt listen to her. Now look at me i am now dead. Telling you on January 20th dont go to the beach at 3:59 or you will get hurt.
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