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. 11:11:11 by Paula Shene/cover by Patrick Shene Shene, Patrick Shene (cover art) (best pdf ebook reader txt) 📖
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Rivulets of steamy sweat trickle ever downward, pooling underarms, breasts, and small dimpled areas while, yet, a cool breeze caresses the fevered brow.
I’ve known this moment. I’ve lived this moment. I detest but gladly embrace this moment!
Over and Over, mankind just cannot ... will not quell its lusts ~
Kingdom upon kingdom falls to the sword; murder and rape until the land runs red and crisply burns black.
Slaughter, abuse, disdain for the innocence to be sullied, stripped, discarded.
Technology touted as new, never knowing those strands lie deeply buried in the forever streams of time.
Raise the exchange standard high, squeezing the lifeblood of the populace, the land, the life-giving elements; cries for mercy ignored.
Man rejects teaching; intellect says his way is right; there is no God! We are... WE are
the gods of all we touch, see, smell, want, corrupt, slough.
I was here for the flood, and sank beneath the waves, my body twisted, torn, consumed; my spirit returning to the Everlasting Peace.
I hungered and was given another chance, but at the scattering, I was trampled, flattened into the soil, my spirit again rising as the crowd is cleaved by the voice above.
I sat. I looked. I learned. I could try again... but not just yet.
I waited. I saw the Glory! I saw it despised, refused. I wept. How evil cloaks the eyes to love. How sad.
My last chance for entry. I take it. I asked for the ending of time... ha! Such a brave but foolish wish to prove I have seen enough to hold onto that unquenchable love.
I saw the fiery end when a tot of four and did not quake. My path set before me obstacle-laden, twisting my spirit to disbelief.
Arguing... arguing until my spirit understands the way home. Failure is not an option!
It is time! All nature in accord!
Planets aligned; meteor trajectory insured.
The caps uncorked, raining bullets of fire.
The core is heated, melting away the shale, soon to reach the crust; waters writhing, spewing an upward reaching steam to collide with incoming missiles swiftly driving a collision path to impact.
God claps; reshaping starts anew.
Text: Paula Louise Shene
Images: Paula Louise Shene
Publication Date: 07-05-2011
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