The Closet: A Narrative Fiction

When Jane woke up, she sounded an alarm. It is too early as in the autumn morning. Looking out of the gray sky window, she sighed and slid down the lid. The work on that day was irritated, I did not feel the cold and gray of the day. The first job of dressing children was postponed in just a few minutes. She began to stretch her sore body, but pulled her hand reflexively. Until two months ago, she touched Jim's position or at least touched his position.

The work is between novels and nonfiction, the exact location of the bomb in that area, the movement of the president, the dilemma of the imaginary Wechek family, and they are in the "big walk-in closet in the master bedroom at home" It has entered. . When the second blast destroyed their home and the behavior of Prague, they waited for hours in a radiation protection cabin in which the bank had hardly worked. The story is rich in details. Follow daily checks and Braggs, and have anxiety and emotional scenes. After Mrs. Wechek died, Mr. Wechek was "recruited" to establish a food warehouse (see original). "His daughter was pursuing him everyday watching quietly and she was unable to leave his sight.He did not talk and she ate barely and at night she was a father of a thin tray In a temporary male dormitory rounded at the foot, women and girls can not enter there.

In the corner composed of the L-shaped wall, the closet becomes a closet and sits on a small table, gramophone, incense, a short novel and welcomes the visitor into the room. The order stuck on the upper wall is a poster of Reverse Darjeeling Company. Adrian Brody, Owen Wilson, Jason Schwarzmann saw everything that happened in this room.

I spent several years bringing up closets in my bedroom. The wardrobe is a strange design. It looks ordinary at first, then you go inside the closet and find that your right wall gives the way to the donkey and is making a convenient small shelf. Then you look up, the wall behind the niche gives way to the space of the sky completely, the light can not collapse, you instantly this is the retreat of the greedy monster that is avoided by the flashlight and the bay every night . Velvet animals

I am a novelist for many years. Very intimate, even if the title had spread to my website or marketing material, I did not think that I was a "real" author. To make it fair I wrote a lot ... Please check this blog. But I have lots of incomplete novels. The idea of ​​writing graffiti on countless notebooks. A short script may or may not see a bright day. What is the reason why I went back here? All my thoughts must destroy the Earth, or be an innovative idea. I've been studying writing skills for many years but I need more time to learn this lie, which somehow magically writes perfectly instead of failing whenever I place a key on my finger Give the ability.