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. Monster by Brianne Robertson (free ebooks romance novels .TXT) 📖
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My head pounded with the beat of my heart as i ran, the cold air rushing in and then out of my led heavy lungs. How long did i have to run? I couldn't remember... I had wires hooked to every part of my body and had almost no bare skin showing because of the many highly sensitive pads that count my level of white and red blood cells, how much oxygen im getting how long it takes to leave my system, and most important of all how my body reacts to certain chemicals and concoctions the HQ scientists make.
My legs were becoming jelly and my lungs were heaving. I heard the machine beep, and the treadmill came to a slow walk to try to calm my heavy breathing. The chemical that the scientist pumped into my system made my endurance level drop dramatically and as the treadmill slowed to a stop i realized i wasn't sweating. One of the younger scientists came in to pull all the wires and sensitive pads off my body. She smiled, and said,"Well," than paused thinking of what words to use,"that was not the effect we wanted." I was still breathing hard and i was a little dizzy.
"Are we done?" I manage to say in a raspy voice.
"Yeah, just come in to the examination room when you're breathing has returned to normal." she unhooked the last wire and disappeared through the door in the back corner of the room. As soon as she was out of sight, I dropped to my knees and just managed to make it to the garbage can before i chucked my lunch, and started to cough.
Publication Date: 10-15-2010
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