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.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants wewe to do something,
au be something
That sometimes wewe don’t want to be?
They are those!
wewe know them!
wewe probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect wewe to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe don’t want to take.
They are those who expect wewe to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe prefer to be small and humble.
But do wewe think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since wewe were born,
Came up with a path for wewe in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Artwork by me
Sitting right where wewe are
wewe have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe are nothing to me
No matter how wewe try
What do wewe care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe don't know me
No matter how wewe try
Why are wewe here?
wewe know I don't want you
I told wewe to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
wewe can't mold me
No matter how wewe try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind au fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even kwa taking one step forward,
kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind au fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even kwa taking one step forward,
kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.
Liyah (me)
Once i was having a siku dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 mwaka old was uandishi a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are wewe doing here?," she asked. "I upendo the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner wewe guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
