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. The Silhouette by Brady H (reading rainbow books TXT) 📖
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open looking straight into the face of the ghost. Lifting the lamp over its head. As the ghost was about to chuck the lamp at Collins, a bullet went through the corpse making a giant hole. It collapsed to the ground dead for the seconed time. As fast as he could Collins got up and checked to see if Grace had a pulse. She did.
"Grace. Grace wake up. Please. Come on!" Collins slammed the ground with his fist. Grace opened her eyes slowly. Collins helped her up. She fell into his arms. "Can you walk, Grace?" Collins asked. She nodded. He let her go. They went to the bedroom where Jake was.
In the bedroom Jake was sprawled on the bed, full of blood. He wasnt just pale, but blue. "We have to do something" Collins started. He went towards the bed examining his partner.
"Dont touch him. He has to wake up himself. Touching him will kill him." Collins stepped back quick. Shivering on the bed Jake bled from the mouth.
Jake came to his senses feeling the cold floor of the workshop. He was able to stand. Jake could barely move his arm. He still eyed the gun on the ground. Coming closer no face had a furious look on his face. No more laughing for him. Going from original look to big and scary Jake had no idea what he was supposed to be. And he didnt care.
"You are wasting my time Jake! you should be dead! you are just like your father. That piece of rotten-" No face was slammed into the wall by an invisible force. Not once but twice. Then three times. Multiple times. That gave Jake a chance for the gun. He ran to the other side of the workshop while no face was getting his head bashed into the wall by nothing. Finally it stopped. No face fell to the ground struggling to get up. Jake stood over him with the gun pointed at the monster face. Jake took a minute and just stood there looking at no face with the gun pointed down on him. This time it was Jake smiling.
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"Grace. Grace wake up. Please. Come on!" Collins slammed the ground with his fist. Grace opened her eyes slowly. Collins helped her up. She fell into his arms. "Can you walk, Grace?" Collins asked. She nodded. He let her go. They went to the bedroom where Jake was.
In the bedroom Jake was sprawled on the bed, full of blood. He wasnt just pale, but blue. "We have to do something" Collins started. He went towards the bed examining his partner.
"Dont touch him. He has to wake up himself. Touching him will kill him." Collins stepped back quick. Shivering on the bed Jake bled from the mouth.
Jake came to his senses feeling the cold floor of the workshop. He was able to stand. Jake could barely move his arm. He still eyed the gun on the ground. Coming closer no face had a furious look on his face. No more laughing for him. Going from original look to big and scary Jake had no idea what he was supposed to be. And he didnt care.
"You are wasting my time Jake! you should be dead! you are just like your father. That piece of rotten-" No face was slammed into the wall by an invisible force. Not once but twice. Then three times. Multiple times. That gave Jake a chance for the gun. He ran to the other side of the workshop while no face was getting his head bashed into the wall by nothing. Finally it stopped. No face fell to the ground struggling to get up. Jake stood over him with the gun pointed at the monster face. Jake took a minute and just stood there looking at no face with the gun pointed down on him. This time it was Jake smiling.
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Publication Date: 07-10-2012
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