Fantasy
Walter Duncan sat down on his giant blue beanbag, his newest book 'The Black Wizard' tightly clutched in his hand. As soon as he sat he opened the book and started to read, that is until one small hand appeared through the page and tightened around his neck," MUM HELP MEEEEEE!" he managed to shout out before he was pulled into the page.
He suddenly dropped through the other end of the page into a large, velvet lined room with 1 door and a small man in the center. With a very dull and bored voice he said," welcome to the entrance between worlds." Strangely after he alisema this his head spun around to a happier and zaidi enthusiastic face and then continued his small speech," I pulled wewe through the portal so you, yes wewe can save the parallel wooo-oorld, so on wewe go through that door there," he alisema in a voice very similar to a game onyesha host. The man stepped behind Walter and started to try and push him through the door," well come on son, we don't have all day." The man said, and with a final spurt of energy pushed him through the door.As he was forced through the door Walter passed out, his knees buckling beneath him.
When Walter woke, all he could remember was a large thump as he hit the ground and nothing else. As carefully as he could he stood up and looked around, the room he was in had strange sticks with carvings on them, hundreds of vitabu and a mirror... "hang on" he thought as he looked in the mirror and saw his clump of black hair and pale skin, but they weren't the things that felt strange to him it was the black vazi and purple stick on a ukanda sort of thing that he had on which stood out.At that very moment an old men, in clothes much like his own, stepped through the door." So your finally awake are you, y-you young wipper snapper. Anyway now that your up wewe can explain your sorry wizard butt why your in my house."
Well I hope wewe like it and if its boring now it will get better later
Walter Duncan sat down on his giant blue beanbag, his newest book 'The Black Wizard' tightly clutched in his hand. As soon as he sat he opened the book and started to read, that is until one small hand appeared through the page and tightened around his neck," MUM HELP MEEEEEE!" he managed to shout out before he was pulled into the page.
He suddenly dropped through the other end of the page into a large, velvet lined room with 1 door and a small man in the center. With a very dull and bored voice he said," welcome to the entrance between worlds." Strangely after he alisema this his head spun around to a happier and zaidi enthusiastic face and then continued his small speech," I pulled wewe through the portal so you, yes wewe can save the parallel wooo-oorld, so on wewe go through that door there," he alisema in a voice very similar to a game onyesha host. The man stepped behind Walter and started to try and push him through the door," well come on son, we don't have all day." The man said, and with a final spurt of energy pushed him through the door.As he was forced through the door Walter passed out, his knees buckling beneath him.
When Walter woke, all he could remember was a large thump as he hit the ground and nothing else. As carefully as he could he stood up and looked around, the room he was in had strange sticks with carvings on them, hundreds of vitabu and a mirror... "hang on" he thought as he looked in the mirror and saw his clump of black hair and pale skin, but they weren't the things that felt strange to him it was the black vazi and purple stick on a ukanda sort of thing that he had on which stood out.At that very moment an old men, in clothes much like his own, stepped through the door." So your finally awake are you, y-you young wipper snapper. Anyway now that your up wewe can explain your sorry wizard butt why your in my house."
Well I hope wewe like it and if its boring now it will get better later
Also thanks for fanning and commenting on my other one. Really appreciated :)
The time for lazing around is over, life isn't easy, nor is it slow. It comes and it goes and your just trying hanging on. But now it's time to break off those chains and live how wewe always were supposed to.
Get ready guys, it's time to live.
I don't own these pic's. Enjoy!!!!!!
The following poem was composed in spring 2011. It was originally ilitumwa winter 2012 in the dragoni club here on Fanpop.
NIGHTFIRE
Winge beating,
Lungs heaving,
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
moto dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling,
Nightmare
Incarnate.
moto dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
NIGHTFIRE
Winge beating,
Lungs heaving,
Black shadow
Torn from the sky.
Eyes glancing,
Alert and fierce.
moto dancing.
Wheeling,
Circling,
Nightmare
Incarnate.
moto dark as night,
Scales bright as gems.
Gleaming eyes,
Searching for a feast.
Wings furled.
Claws extended.
Dives down.
Death claims
Another victim.
Glides up.
Feasting begins.
The dragon flies off.
It is gone,
And the
Nightmare
Is done.
I'm so being myself
I am not anyone else
Besides me
I'm standing here
Look how much I've changed
I'm so stubborn
Never being someone else
Look at the sky
Look how the world has changed
Look how the people chatter about
Can't change me
Everyone's changed
Everything but me has changed
And the world still rotates everyday
No one's gonna make me
I'm a rockstar
I'm so powerful
I'm staying myself
No one's gonna replace me
The world has changed
But I'm not going to change
I'm just as great as I am
Right now
(Verse 1)
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting wewe to get out of my life
How long does it take for wewe to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for wewe to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for wewe to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
wewe didn't know what love
was till wewe met me
I bet wewe haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
onyesha up in a pink dress
waitin' for my upendo to address
I'm like come on
au I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for wewe to leave me
for wewe to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
Waitin'
it's loadin'
just wanna get out of here
Waitin'
I'm fine
just wanting wewe to get out of my life
How long does it take for wewe to leave?
just wonderin'
How long does it take for wewe to leave?
Just Wonderin in in in
(Chorus)
I've been waitin'
my entire life
for wewe to leave
Petals and Sticks
all fake and broken
wewe didn't know what love
was till wewe met me
I bet wewe haven't changed
since
I Waitin' Waitin'
(Verse 2)
onyesha up in a pink dress
waitin' for my upendo to address
I'm like come on
au I'm gettin' out of here
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I want the life to leave
through thin air
7 miles away
I'm Waitin'
(Pre-Chorus)
for wewe to leave me
for wewe to go outerspace
and that's what I'm waitin' for
(Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
I' Waitin'
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his moyo started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his moyo started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"