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.
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved kwa her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in upendo but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and onyesha her what it's like to be hated
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick nyasi beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark mbwa mwitu exclaimed enthusiastically, his fur, manyoya flickering like shadows, “No mbwa mwitu will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack mgawanyiko, baidisha in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! wewe cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to songesha now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
~Let wewe Go~
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of wewe au my sanity
I'm Lost not found ~ I wanted to onyesha wewe , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will wewe believe me?
If I upendo wewe again will wewe never leave me?
I made a mistake when I alisema no
I never should have let wewe go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent kusoma your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back au my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved wewe and I think wewe knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of wewe au my sanity
I'm Lost not found ~ I wanted to onyesha wewe , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will wewe believe me?
If I upendo wewe again will wewe never leave me?
I made a mistake when I alisema no
I never should have let wewe go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent kusoma your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back au my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved wewe and I think wewe knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me
I'm Lost now without you
I don't know where wewe are
I keep watching
I keep hoping
but time keeps us apart
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring wewe back home?
Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of wewe will stay
If I could be close beside you
If I could be where wewe are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring wewe back home
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring wewe back home?
To me...
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LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9
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