The mwandishi considered. Then the mwandishi wrote:
Two opposites sat on a park bench
The mwandishi deleted
eating their curds and whey
as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with
and one wanted the other to leave.
The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be zaidi specific than that."
The mwandishi considered. Then the mwandishi wrote:
The Republican sat down inayofuata to the Democrat on the park bench
and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, wewe couldn't have had a Peace and Freedomer in there instead? And what's this with focussing on US politics? Isn't that going to alienate most of your readers, who don't live in the US and wouldn't be able to tell why they're supposed to be 'opposites'?"
The mwandishi sighed and the two idealogues slunk away. The mwandishi considered, and finally wrote:
A man and a woman sat on a park bench
and looked at the critic. "Yeeeess...that is better," the critic admitted, "It could lead to a nice contrast, at that. But when it comes down to it, they're not really opposites, are they?" The author's eyebrows rose. "I mean, yeah, they're two different genders and all. But wewe haven't gone into any detail about who they are. Their upbringings could be very similar, and their life situations. For all we know, it could be Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks sitting there, and no one's suggesting that their life experiences have been all that different. Sure, if wewe want to have a couple of well-to-do white urbanites sitting there, kvetching on and on about how different they are, and boo-hoo, how they're never gonna understand each other, go right ahead. But we've seen it a million times - why not choose something a little zaidi extreme?"
The would-be lovers fled as the author's teeth ground together, but, after some further consideration, the mwandishi wrote:
The sleek, tall African warlord stepped up onto the bench and surveyed the surrounding park before slinging his assault bunduki and plopping down inayofuata to the plump, elderly Ukrainian nurse who was fussing over the crippled Asian baby in the isolette inayofuata to her. Their eyes locked and widened in surprise. "You!" they cried in their respective languages.
The author, arms crossed, looked a challenge at the critic. The critic merely snorted. "Feh...they're both human, right?"
The nurse returned her charge to the hospital, and the warlord returned on a subsonic jet to his homeland with a story his tribesmen would never believe. The mwandishi hammered at the keyboard, writing:
George W. kichaka and Buzz Lightyear arrived at the bench simultaneously
"Now you're just being silly," the critic complained, "Besides, both of these guys mangle English and spout nonsense. Opposites? Ha!"
"To infinity and beyond!" Buzz Lightyear declaimed, blasting off into the air. "My point exactly!" the critic smirked as Dubya was hustled back into the bulletproof sedan kwa an apologetic secret service agent.
The mwandishi fumed. Whack. Whack. Whack.
Salt sat inayofuata to pepper on the bench
The critic threw hands into the air in disgust. "THEY'RE BOTH SEASONINGS!"
The shakers exploded and the wind carried the granules to far-off lands.
Steam rose from the author's ears. BAM. BAM. BAM.
Aphrodite and Hades sat on a bench, the air brittle with the tension between them
"Oh, come ON! They're both from the Greek pantheon!"
Aphrodite was borne off kwa a husky chorus of scantily-clad bodybuilders. Hades sniffed in disdain, snapped his fingers and the bench slurped down into the depths of the earth.
The author's fingers, stiff with resentment, had to try three times before successfully typing:
Flames licked at the block of ice as the corner of the frozen bench caught fire
The critic fixed the mwandishi with a pitying stare. "Really? Fire and ice? Are wewe serious? Those are just different temperature states of matter. They're not necessarily a different material, and certainly not opposites at all."
The mwandishi wept, head in hands. After a while, the author, brow beaded with sweat, tentatively typed out:
Good sat primly inayofuata to Evil on a parkbench
and looked sideways at the critic, barely suppressing a whimper.
The critic sighed heavily. "Look," the critic began, "I don't mean to be harsh, but is that really the best wewe can do? Good vs. Evil? Those are both rather subjective, aren't they? As such, they're both products of a aliyopewa belief system. The best wewe could say is that Good is doing what you're supposed to do in a aliyopewa system, and Evil is not doing good. So they're not opposites - one is just the absence of the other!"
The mwandishi brightened and nodded.
Something sat on a bench inayofuata to Nothing...and was satisfied.
Two opposites sat on a park bench
The mwandishi deleted
eating their curds and whey
as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with
and one wanted the other to leave.
The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be zaidi specific than that."
The mwandishi considered. Then the mwandishi wrote:
The Republican sat down inayofuata to the Democrat on the park bench
and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, wewe couldn't have had a Peace and Freedomer in there instead? And what's this with focussing on US politics? Isn't that going to alienate most of your readers, who don't live in the US and wouldn't be able to tell why they're supposed to be 'opposites'?"
The mwandishi sighed and the two idealogues slunk away. The mwandishi considered, and finally wrote:
A man and a woman sat on a park bench
and looked at the critic. "Yeeeess...that is better," the critic admitted, "It could lead to a nice contrast, at that. But when it comes down to it, they're not really opposites, are they?" The author's eyebrows rose. "I mean, yeah, they're two different genders and all. But wewe haven't gone into any detail about who they are. Their upbringings could be very similar, and their life situations. For all we know, it could be Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks sitting there, and no one's suggesting that their life experiences have been all that different. Sure, if wewe want to have a couple of well-to-do white urbanites sitting there, kvetching on and on about how different they are, and boo-hoo, how they're never gonna understand each other, go right ahead. But we've seen it a million times - why not choose something a little zaidi extreme?"
The would-be lovers fled as the author's teeth ground together, but, after some further consideration, the mwandishi wrote:
The sleek, tall African warlord stepped up onto the bench and surveyed the surrounding park before slinging his assault bunduki and plopping down inayofuata to the plump, elderly Ukrainian nurse who was fussing over the crippled Asian baby in the isolette inayofuata to her. Their eyes locked and widened in surprise. "You!" they cried in their respective languages.
The author, arms crossed, looked a challenge at the critic. The critic merely snorted. "Feh...they're both human, right?"
The nurse returned her charge to the hospital, and the warlord returned on a subsonic jet to his homeland with a story his tribesmen would never believe. The mwandishi hammered at the keyboard, writing:
George W. kichaka and Buzz Lightyear arrived at the bench simultaneously
"Now you're just being silly," the critic complained, "Besides, both of these guys mangle English and spout nonsense. Opposites? Ha!"
"To infinity and beyond!" Buzz Lightyear declaimed, blasting off into the air. "My point exactly!" the critic smirked as Dubya was hustled back into the bulletproof sedan kwa an apologetic secret service agent.
The mwandishi fumed. Whack. Whack. Whack.
Salt sat inayofuata to pepper on the bench
The critic threw hands into the air in disgust. "THEY'RE BOTH SEASONINGS!"
The shakers exploded and the wind carried the granules to far-off lands.
Steam rose from the author's ears. BAM. BAM. BAM.
Aphrodite and Hades sat on a bench, the air brittle with the tension between them
"Oh, come ON! They're both from the Greek pantheon!"
Aphrodite was borne off kwa a husky chorus of scantily-clad bodybuilders. Hades sniffed in disdain, snapped his fingers and the bench slurped down into the depths of the earth.
The author's fingers, stiff with resentment, had to try three times before successfully typing:
Flames licked at the block of ice as the corner of the frozen bench caught fire
The critic fixed the mwandishi with a pitying stare. "Really? Fire and ice? Are wewe serious? Those are just different temperature states of matter. They're not necessarily a different material, and certainly not opposites at all."
The mwandishi wept, head in hands. After a while, the author, brow beaded with sweat, tentatively typed out:
Good sat primly inayofuata to Evil on a parkbench
and looked sideways at the critic, barely suppressing a whimper.
The critic sighed heavily. "Look," the critic began, "I don't mean to be harsh, but is that really the best wewe can do? Good vs. Evil? Those are both rather subjective, aren't they? As such, they're both products of a aliyopewa belief system. The best wewe could say is that Good is doing what you're supposed to do in a aliyopewa system, and Evil is not doing good. So they're not opposites - one is just the absence of the other!"
The mwandishi brightened and nodded.
Something sat on a bench inayofuata to Nothing...and was satisfied.
this is an English sonnet I had to write for my English class and I need to know if it is good au not before I submit it, thank you. also the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
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My dear upendo wewe once were a shining ray.
In my eyes wewe meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about wewe is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your upendo is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our upendo is coming to its new close.
Colors were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would upendo to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our upendo has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our upendo left it took wewe along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying upendo was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me upendo would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
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My dear upendo wewe once were a shining ray.
In my eyes wewe meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about wewe is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your upendo is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our upendo is coming to its new close.
Colors were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would upendo to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our upendo has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our upendo left it took wewe along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying upendo was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me upendo would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
He didn’t want money au fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved kwa someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the kisu against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
I’m finished
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
I’m through
I can’t last another second
It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded kwa chaos
Filled with fear
Its’ all I can think about
All the Lost love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents
Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress
No zaidi kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill
wewe took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
I’m through
I can’t last another second
It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded kwa chaos
Filled with fear
Its’ all I can think about
All the Lost love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents
Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress
No zaidi kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill
wewe took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
There is strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will wewe see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure wewe will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will wewe see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure wewe will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I looked into the window
to see the girl before me.
she was gorgeous, and beautiful
She looked strong,
she looked independent.
Her Mask was no longer there,
but what was on the outside was visible.
wewe can see the scars on her heart,
wewe can see the hurt in her eyes,
and the pain on her face.
But wewe can also see how it made her stronger.
She has alisema "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"
she strikes the match,
and drops the flame, to burn her past
She smiles at me, and touches her face,
and she alisema the words "Today is the Day"
Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,
was me. :)
to see the girl before me.
she was gorgeous, and beautiful
She looked strong,
she looked independent.
Her Mask was no longer there,
but what was on the outside was visible.
wewe can see the scars on her heart,
wewe can see the hurt in her eyes,
and the pain on her face.
But wewe can also see how it made her stronger.
She has alisema "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"
she strikes the match,
and drops the flame, to burn her past
She smiles at me, and touches her face,
and she alisema the words "Today is the Day"
Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,
was me. :)