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. Don't forget me. by Christina.D (book club recommendations .txt) 📖
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‘You killed her.’ He just kept saying it. Over and over.
‘Keep your mouth shut. This won’t happen again’
‘That what you said last time’ He screamed with all his gut.
I fell asleep as they left. He left me. I trusted him. But he left me there to die.
I didn’t ‘wake up’ until I was buried so I don’t know what my funeral was like, I wonder about how It could have been like, but I know that not many people would come.. I woke next to my grave where my parents were screaming at each other. I couldn’t look at them. I hated them. I loved them. Then I saw Summer. She was sitting in the car crying. Then I heard her say my name, as she was looking at me. All my hate went away from her. She doesn’t deserve to be hated. She did not mean any of this to happen. No one did.
That’s when I went away; I explored every place I could, I went to every place I ever wondered about. It didn’t take long as I could make every second last forever. I met others like me, but they all wanted to be with their families. That’s when I went back. You know what happens from there. My story isn’t much, and it has no meaning, but all my life I have been forgotten. That’s why I’m asking you, that at one point in your life you will remember, not my story, but a girl. A girl who loved to read, who listens to music and loves to be with her friends. I was ordinary like you. So think of me, even if it’s before you die.
Because there is going to be a day that you too will want to be remembered.
Publication Date: 02-15-2012
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