I stand in the middle of the wilderness, trembling with fear and anxiety. I need food. zaidi importantly, water. I am extremely dehydrated. I fear a storm coming. Anytime now, those dreadful hounds are going to come out to get me again. I have a large scar across my right arm, a large gash in my knee, and a cut on my forehead. There is almost no hope left. I must rely on the forces of God and nature to give me strength. Leaves for bandages, as a hunter once taught me. Survival skills are crucial in the wilderness, wewe see. This means life au death. If I live after three weeks, my family is awarded a lifetime supply of chakula and supplies. If I die, well...no one ever hears from me again, and well, I guess I just die. I call this the Wilderness Games. No one is out here to help me. au at least they are not allowed to. Two years back, Simone Freebile got help from one of her closest friends. Somehow they found out, maybe they have close surveillance on us out in the wild. Her closest friend, Victorine, got shot ten times in the forehead and was killed. Very sad. Whoever sets us up for this, I hate. Absolutely hate. If my family was wealthy and had no need for these supplies, I would have sued them for possible murder. But I did this for my family. My family needs me. My family needs supplies and food.
There is a sound in the trees above. I look up to see that someone is there. Is it someone there to murder me? Is it someone that will help me? I don't know. I call for them to come out. Slowly, a man carrying an AK-49, followed kwa a young girl carrying a bow-and-arrow. I freeze. This could be my death. I back away from them slowly. I get a mti branch quickly. They look dangerous.
The man says, "No, no, it's nothing like that. We are here to help you. We have just been alerted that the government, who set this up, is sending out a pack of hounds to track you. Possibly kill wewe for publicity. Hurry. There is absolutely NO time to waste."
The man shoves me into the trees above, prodding me mbele with his AK-49. Suddenly, a gunshot is heard from far away. I start panicking. It is probably the pack of hounds. I heard that they can kumeza a man alive. The man calmly takes a dagger out made of fine wood and hands it to me. I suppose he wants me to fight with it. Problem is, I don't fight. But I take it anyways, reluctantly. The girl loads her bow-and-arrow. All three of us are prepared for a battle.
Hounds jump out. They are much larger than I imagined. The man randomly shoots at the dogs, knocking down a bunch of them. The girl shoots at the leader of the pack, and hits the hound in the foot. It growls in pain, but it regains its strength. The hound starts gnawing on the mti we are sitting on. This could be the end.
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There is a sound in the trees above. I look up to see that someone is there. Is it someone there to murder me? Is it someone that will help me? I don't know. I call for them to come out. Slowly, a man carrying an AK-49, followed kwa a young girl carrying a bow-and-arrow. I freeze. This could be my death. I back away from them slowly. I get a mti branch quickly. They look dangerous.
The man says, "No, no, it's nothing like that. We are here to help you. We have just been alerted that the government, who set this up, is sending out a pack of hounds to track you. Possibly kill wewe for publicity. Hurry. There is absolutely NO time to waste."
The man shoves me into the trees above, prodding me mbele with his AK-49. Suddenly, a gunshot is heard from far away. I start panicking. It is probably the pack of hounds. I heard that they can kumeza a man alive. The man calmly takes a dagger out made of fine wood and hands it to me. I suppose he wants me to fight with it. Problem is, I don't fight. But I take it anyways, reluctantly. The girl loads her bow-and-arrow. All three of us are prepared for a battle.
Hounds jump out. They are much larger than I imagined. The man randomly shoots at the dogs, knocking down a bunch of them. The girl shoots at the leader of the pack, and hits the hound in the foot. It growls in pain, but it regains its strength. The hound starts gnawing on the mti we are sitting on. This could be the end.
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This is for all the kids who are bullied kwa words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?
wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 vitabu I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually kusoma it!!!One siku i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
kwa AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but wewe are always there
in her way.
wewe scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
wewe laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick kwa my friends. Help stop bullying!
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron quince años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron quince años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada