Okay, this is my oversized story. I just really hope wewe enjoy. I originally ilitumwa this last year, but for some reason, it got deleted. So I'm re-posting it. Enjoy.
The Streets of Manhattan
9:36 AM
I was running away. Running away from it all. I just couldn't stand it anymore. All the abuse, the fights....I couldn't take it.
I was literally running away from these guys. They were trying to rape me. They were chasing me with actual knives. I knew I wasn't going to survive. I was running in heels...I wasn't going to live. I wasn't going to live!
"Get away from me, wewe ra-"
I tripped onto the streets.
It was pouring down rain, and there was a sixteen wheeler rushing torwards me.
I screamed in terror.
This is the end......
I closed my eyes. Brace yourself.....
BOOM!!!!!!
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
I'm dead.....
It's over.............
But then I opened my eyes. I saw scraps of metal, glass and other debris all over the already soaked road.
The truck had crashed into a diner.
"I'm.....I'm....."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I was alive.
I quickly got up and ran across the street. The boys were still chasing me.
That's where I hailed a taxi and threw myself and my suitcases inside.
"Take me to the nearest airport. Please...", I said, gasping for breath.
I gave the driver my money and I started to relax. I was safe.
For now.
I looked out the window. The stormy skies, the rain, the thunder, I felt so releaved.
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Scraper Palace, Cormick
9:20 AM
I sighed. Sometimes, I wonder what it's like as a normal person. Surprisingly, having the power to control 100,000 people can get boring sometimes.
And I never really get to get out of the palace. Even though it's huge, I just want to know what it's like in the real world.
"Would wewe like anything to drink, sir?"
"Uh...no thanks.", I replied.
I'm home-schooled, which I think really sucks. First off, I don't have any friends, and I don't want to force anyone. sekunde off, like I alisema before, being treated like a god gets boring sometimes. Thirdly, I want a good girl...
I sighed again.
I was walking down this long hallway.
"I shouldn't be complaining", I alisema to myself. "I get to live like a king..."
My dad always says that wewe don't need Marafiki when wewe have everything that wewe could ever ask for. Well, I'm asking for friends. And if I could only get one thing, it would be a girlfriend. Everyone needs love, right?
......................right?
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9:50
I arrived at the airport. I wanted to get as far away from New York as I could, although I wouldn't want to go to a place as foreign as China.
Cormick.
That would be the perfect place.
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9:57
After paying for everything. I sat in the area where I was supposed to wait for the plane to get ready.
I read a magazine. There was a man wearing a black jacket, a black shirt, black pants, black shoes, a black hoodie, and he had on sunglasses. His mouth and nose were covered up kwa a zipper.
.....I decided to take a glimpse at him.
He looked back.
No. He wasn't just looking back. He was staring at me.
Then, he took off his dark sunglasses.
His cold, dark, purple eyes glared at me.
I jerked back.
"All plane attendants, enter the plane immediately."
I sighed out of relief. It was time to go in.
I pushed everyone out of the way and ran inside.
The Streets of Manhattan
9:36 AM
I was running away. Running away from it all. I just couldn't stand it anymore. All the abuse, the fights....I couldn't take it.
I was literally running away from these guys. They were trying to rape me. They were chasing me with actual knives. I knew I wasn't going to survive. I was running in heels...I wasn't going to live. I wasn't going to live!
"Get away from me, wewe ra-"
I tripped onto the streets.
It was pouring down rain, and there was a sixteen wheeler rushing torwards me.
I screamed in terror.
This is the end......
I closed my eyes. Brace yourself.....
BOOM!!!!!!
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
I'm dead.....
It's over.............
But then I opened my eyes. I saw scraps of metal, glass and other debris all over the already soaked road.
The truck had crashed into a diner.
"I'm.....I'm....."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I was alive.
I quickly got up and ran across the street. The boys were still chasing me.
That's where I hailed a taxi and threw myself and my suitcases inside.
"Take me to the nearest airport. Please...", I said, gasping for breath.
I gave the driver my money and I started to relax. I was safe.
For now.
I looked out the window. The stormy skies, the rain, the thunder, I felt so releaved.
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Scraper Palace, Cormick
9:20 AM
I sighed. Sometimes, I wonder what it's like as a normal person. Surprisingly, having the power to control 100,000 people can get boring sometimes.
And I never really get to get out of the palace. Even though it's huge, I just want to know what it's like in the real world.
"Would wewe like anything to drink, sir?"
"Uh...no thanks.", I replied.
I'm home-schooled, which I think really sucks. First off, I don't have any friends, and I don't want to force anyone. sekunde off, like I alisema before, being treated like a god gets boring sometimes. Thirdly, I want a good girl...
I sighed again.
I was walking down this long hallway.
"I shouldn't be complaining", I alisema to myself. "I get to live like a king..."
My dad always says that wewe don't need Marafiki when wewe have everything that wewe could ever ask for. Well, I'm asking for friends. And if I could only get one thing, it would be a girlfriend. Everyone needs love, right?
......................right?
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9:50
I arrived at the airport. I wanted to get as far away from New York as I could, although I wouldn't want to go to a place as foreign as China.
Cormick.
That would be the perfect place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
9:57
After paying for everything. I sat in the area where I was supposed to wait for the plane to get ready.
I read a magazine. There was a man wearing a black jacket, a black shirt, black pants, black shoes, a black hoodie, and he had on sunglasses. His mouth and nose were covered up kwa a zipper.
.....I decided to take a glimpse at him.
He looked back.
No. He wasn't just looking back. He was staring at me.
Then, he took off his dark sunglasses.
His cold, dark, purple eyes glared at me.
I jerked back.
"All plane attendants, enter the plane immediately."
I sighed out of relief. It was time to go in.
I pushed everyone out of the way and ran inside.
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! au trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hujambo there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. wewe got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are wewe sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: wewe wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 zaidi hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see wewe later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I upendo U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! au trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hujambo there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. wewe got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are wewe sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: wewe wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 zaidi hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see wewe later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I upendo U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i upendo you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But wewe come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights wewe stayed.
The child in me, from the times wewe loved me.
The debt wewe owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time wewe spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that wewe are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when wewe apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But wewe come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights wewe stayed.
The child in me, from the times wewe loved me.
The debt wewe owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time wewe spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that wewe are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when wewe apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what wewe think of it, please?
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Have wewe felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until wewe burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! wewe will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have wewe felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until wewe burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! wewe will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
"Jaslene's Dream"
have wewe noticed when wewe fall in upendo it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do wewe feel it? Do wewe feel it when wewe fall in love, au when wewe just are overfilled with joy?
Have wewe ever felt it? au have wewe felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that wewe have to fly away from it before your upendo hurts you? au does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what wewe think...
Have wewe ever felt it? au have wewe felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that wewe have to fly away from it before your upendo hurts you? au does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what wewe think...
