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. Never Ending Life by Rose Cooper (learn to read activity book txt) 📖
- Author: Rose Cooper
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I hung the halter and rein up on the wall but kept my eyes down, in case they were changing. Once I was sure they were on the hook properly I closed the door and locked up the locks. Then I went back over to my pile and made sure I had everything I needed. I sighed and began to strip. I pulled off my jacket and grimaced and the noise of the wet leather on my skin. I unzipped my shirt and put it on the jacket. It took me a while to get off my bra because it was so stuck to my skin. Once that was off I pulled on my sports bra and black t-shirt. I then slipped off my leather pants and panties.
My socks came off when I took off my roller blades earlier, so they were already dry now. Once I had my pants off, I slipped on my boy shorts underwear, then my sweat pants over that. I pulled on my comfy fluffy socks and put my clothes in the bag. I tied the bag up. Lastly I took my comfy sweater and pulled it on, making sure my "tattoos" aren't visible and then I made sure everything we brought was in the trailer. Once I was sure there was nothing left behind I walked up to the trailer door and knocked. "Were done!" I smiled at Dainas voice and opened the door. I took everyones bag and put it in a plastic box with my own in the back.
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Dedication:
Bob, you literally moved from one house to another with me. I was sort of inspired by you to write this book. Even though you were a stink bug, you never died. Despite literally being stabbed by a knife by my sister, stepped on by my brother, and (almost) eaten by my dog, you would not die. That is until you met my corn snake. I guess in the end, Death will always find away.
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