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. Creations by Leah (the red fox clan .txt) 📖
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/> “We’d better get going.” The mummy held out a hand. “I’m Rue by the way.” I stared at her hand not willing to shake it. She slowly lowered it and coughed uncomfortably.
“Your right!” Leah exclaimed glancing at her watch. “Come on!” She grabbed my arm and began to run toward the docks.
“Stop! Let me go!” I shouted prying my arm away from her. “Let go!” But she continued to drag me with Rue close behind.
The dock loomed up ahead with a big silver boat that was preparing to leave. “Hurry!” Leah shouted to know one in particular.
She ran up to the dock just in time.
Leah led us up to the top deck that was filled with students. I stared at the floor, completely aware of my surroundings. Cold sweat slid down the back of my neck. This wasn’t going to end well.
We arrived in a small town named Sigillanda that’s about twenty minutes away from Seal Harbor. How do I know? That stupid doll drilled us with the facts that she’d learned from some book. The little brat.
As soon as the boat docked, she ran full speed at the nearest building, dragging me with her. The town was small and surrounded by a dark brick wall. Beyond that was a large forest. If anyone wandered here, and I doubted anyone would, they would assume this was just a rundown town that had been abandoned centuries ago. That is what it looked like after all. The shops were gray and fading, the houses shedding bricks like hair; it was amazing to think anyone did live here.
The first shop we entered was run by an old gargoyle, gray with a age. I was getting itchy. There were too many people. I could smell the blood and wanted it, no, I needed it. At school I drink water with a small pill that turns that water red. It eases my hunger, but doesn’t satisfy. If I could just get a taste-
“Um, Lauren,” I froze. “Are you alright?”
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“Your right!” Leah exclaimed glancing at her watch. “Come on!” She grabbed my arm and began to run toward the docks.
“Stop! Let me go!” I shouted prying my arm away from her. “Let go!” But she continued to drag me with Rue close behind.
The dock loomed up ahead with a big silver boat that was preparing to leave. “Hurry!” Leah shouted to know one in particular.
She ran up to the dock just in time.
Leah led us up to the top deck that was filled with students. I stared at the floor, completely aware of my surroundings. Cold sweat slid down the back of my neck. This wasn’t going to end well.
We arrived in a small town named Sigillanda that’s about twenty minutes away from Seal Harbor. How do I know? That stupid doll drilled us with the facts that she’d learned from some book. The little brat.
As soon as the boat docked, she ran full speed at the nearest building, dragging me with her. The town was small and surrounded by a dark brick wall. Beyond that was a large forest. If anyone wandered here, and I doubted anyone would, they would assume this was just a rundown town that had been abandoned centuries ago. That is what it looked like after all. The shops were gray and fading, the houses shedding bricks like hair; it was amazing to think anyone did live here.
The first shop we entered was run by an old gargoyle, gray with a age. I was getting itchy. There were too many people. I could smell the blood and wanted it, no, I needed it. At school I drink water with a small pill that turns that water red. It eases my hunger, but doesn’t satisfy. If I could just get a taste-
“Um, Lauren,” I froze. “Are you alright?”
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