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Of Course I Talk To Myself P. 1You are such an ignorant idiot!!!
"I know I am. You have said that a fair amount of times now, thank you."
I can't believe it! He was right there!!!
"I know he was. Right infront of me. I can see a person who is infront of me."
"Ummm, Sia...? Who are you talking to...?" Fallia asked me, a worried look on her face.
You idiot. Why do you talk to yourself?
"Oh? So you want me to Terrance?"
What?! Oh no! Of course not!!!!!
"Sia...? Who are you talking to......?!?"
Ugh! Now everyone is going to think that you need serious mental help!
"Me, meaning us...."
You know what I mean!
"No actually, I don't. Would you care to explain~?"
Jesus this is going to be a long night....
"SIRENA!!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?!?!?!"
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
October 31, 10:18 at night. Halloween. When Alexander Keith Claws was born. He had blond hair, and big amber eyes. A little miniature Luke, but with different eyes, and a small piece of blue hair at the back of his head, curled, resembling a tail. He also had another curl at the back of his head, a brown one, right next to the blue one.
Two curls. Blond hair. Amber eyes. 7.1 pounds. 21 inches. Luke couldn't grasp that he had a son. Now, he had two kids. Nope, couldn't believe it. He never knew marrying Sirena would get him this far in life. Luke stared down at his newborn son, and cradled him. Kyra popped her head over his shoulder and smiled down at her little brother.
"When can I teach him softball?" she whispered into her dad's ear.
"He won't be learning softball. He will be learning baseball, and that won't be for a while...." he quietly whispered back.
Shattering CreationA glass heart broken,
shattered from another.
for a true love saying,
"I'll stay with you forever,
be with you forever.
Don't you ever,
The heart is pleading,
wanting to be,
put back together.
It knows it's so fragile.
Fragile as glass.
it doesn't care.
The glass heart is waiting,
waiting for another.
It wants to hear,
that true love saying,
"We might be forbidden.
Far away from each other.
But just you remember,
I'll always love you.
Don't you ever,
One little tip,
down goes the heart.
Shattered once again,
unable to repair.
Wishing now that,
it took caution.
It's wish is left unheard.
The glass heart,
is forever left alone.
Most of it's shards,
have gone missing,
The pain is,
too much to take.
It's tears come,
in small crystal flakes.
The Prince Charming,
it's true love,
is finally here.
Picking up the pieces,
ignoring the cuts,
and the tears,
in his once soft hands.
Different "Come on Elizabeth! Open up!" my mother shouted at me, banging on the door. I didn't reply. I only stared down at my closed laptop.
"Dammit! That girl needs serious therapy...." I heard her say, and walk off. I could tell even by how she was walking, she was ticked off.
Sighing, I slowly opened my laptop. Glaring at it disapprovingly, I watched it as it slowly woke up from it's computer slumber. I lightly grazed the keyboard with my hand, and smirked as my profile finally started to load.
Months of poetry. Months of stories. Months of drawings. And my science and or social studies teacher says I can't write a simple children's newspaper? That fool..... I thought as I scrolled though my documents of all of my poems and stories. I glanced over at my Drawing Folder, and patted it fondly. Mr. P would laugh if he heard that.
I sighed again, and ran my hand through my brown hair. Life was difficul
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
"Duhhh.... Luke? Trinity? I think Sirena's water broke...." Fallia squeaked, hand over her mouth.
"W-What? That's i-impossible.... She's due for another two months!" Luke stuttered, tripping over to his wife's hand.
"Well, Nat can't help, she's still out cold." Trinity moaned, walking over to Sirena's hospital bed.
"Oh gods, what are we going to do? Yes Sirena will be alright, she'll heal herself, but what what about the baby?" Fallia hissed, rubbing her temples.
~*~*Sirena's Mind (POV)*~*~
"I HATE YOU!!" I shrieked, hissing out, words filled with fury. I shoved my father away, and glared at him, green eyes burning with anger. "HE'S TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE ONLY SIXTEEN!!! YOU CAN'T LET HIM GO OUT THERE!!!"
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!" my father howled down at me, and struck me with the bottom of his sword handle
Rode to IndependenceBombs are bursting in the air,
while the ash comes down.
The sounds of the guns,
is heard throughout the land.
Soldiers falling left and right,
they were all someone's son.
Proud men they were,
fighting on the field.
Sounds of the leather boots,
sucking in marsh land.
This war pointless,
taking away many lives.
A sixteen year old boy,
shot down in the ditch.
Running around him,
no one noticing.
An old lady crying.
What was the point of this?
Some tea thrown in the sea?
Some disagreement with religion?
Some words over leadership?
What ever happened to forgive,
Why do you finally agree,
that guns is the way?
Lost forever into the firing of guns.
No Messages '0 MESSAGES' it said. Damn. Wasn't anyone on? Nope. Ugh..... Stupid internet. Stupid Writer's Block. Stupid Artist Block. Stupid time zones. Stupid-..... Oh hey look, a message.
"GET ONNNNN" it read.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" I replied.
"WHY YOU HATE MEEEEEEEEEEE??"
"I DOOOON'T. I'M JUST LAAAAAAZZZZZZZZYYYY"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME SAAAAAAD?"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME TIRED?"
"Aw hell naw!"
"Aw hell yes!"
"Damnit, just get online"
"I tried, stupid laptop won't let me"
"But I wanted to RP...."
"I know. I know."
'0 MESSAGES' the small icon read after a few minutes. I groaned and smashed my head into the pillow. Why does this world hate me? This stupid... virtual.... world. The real world hates me, too. What am
Three Sisters~Chapter 15~
Andrew led me down long halls and corridors. All had black and white checkered tiles, and blank white walls. Marble columns were posted every ten feet, with large vases of red roses infront. Looking up, I saw the roof was high up, and windows stretched from the floor up, golden rays of light shone through. Our small steps echoed through the empty halls.
"When's daddy coming home?" I suddenly asked, tilting my head to him, taking his hand in mine.
"Not for another week...." Andrew replied sadly, sighing. I frowned, feeling a twinge in my chest. I squeezed his hand lovingly, and he looked up at me.
"At least he will be home, right?"
Once again, I felt that feeling again. I slowed down, and then pulled Andrew to a stop, turning him to face me, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I know, want to go ride the horses?" I questioned him, a hint of s
AnchoredI'm lost and slowly drowning.
In a sea of endless emotions.
Being tossed and turned.
Oblivious to my surroundings.
I have no idea where I'm going.
I have no idea where I'm at.
Can anyone please help me?
Maybe find my way back?
I'm not going anywhere.
What should I do?
At least someone throw me a clue....
At least to know which way to go.
There are so many colors.
Different from the rainbow.
Down here is so perfect.
I might just stay here a while.
Wait, the colors!
Where did they all go?
They were here a second ago.
Where could they have gone?
Why would they abandon me?
I haven't done anything wrong.
Could I have just screwed up.
Like how I usually do?
I have to focus at the task at hand.
Someone has tied an anchor to me.
Pulling me back down.
It's so cold down here.
Wait a minute, where is here?
Anyone just help me.
See the world above.
I'm just so lonely,
and no one comes around.
I don't need you or anyone.
I stare at these chains.
Tying me to the floor.
The Key That Changed The World
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings-- people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans-- struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individuals, who
Dear most beloved family,
I miss you all so dearly. I wish I were with all of you instead of being relegated to these dreadful muddy trenches. They are so clogged with water, that in some places it reaches our waists. The dugouts and other parts of the trenches are constantly collapsing, so we have to keep digging them out. The cold and wet conditions of the trenches have lead to many of my fellow infantrymen, to develop trench foot. Their feet have turned blue and have greatly swelled in size. I fear that some of them may have to be amputated. Our officers have given us orders to carry three pairs of dry socks, change our socks twice a day, and cover our feet with grease to prevent us from developing trench foot. Last night, some of the members in my battalion were caught trying to desert. For deserting, they were executed. Many of the deserters had developed shell shock from the fire of our enemy’s heavy artillery. Just recently, my close friend, George,
Gaza Dictionaryتعريف ضمير أنا في قاموس اللهجة الغزاوية
أنا: ضمير حاضر يعبر عن المفرد والجمع
انت: ضمير غائب لا يرى بالعين المجردة الا من بعيد اما بطائرات او يعبر عن وجوده بصناديق من الحديد
Louisiana PurchaseGoing In
Due to France owning the Louisiana Territory, problems arose for citizens regarding the use of the Mississippi and the Port of New Orleans for the shipping of products. Before passing into the hands of France, the Port had been closed to American use by Spain. Our people cried out for war on both countries in order to have our livelihood returned. However, our wise President Jefferson reached out in order to buy the land containing the New Orleans port in order to avoid war.
Perhaps due to colonization issues elsewhere, our President instead received the answer that Napoleon, and France, would like to sell the whole of the Louisiana Territory- a land much larger than our own! Though the Constitution held no passage concerning the employ of government funds for the acquisition of land, a deal was struck. For $15 million, on April 30, 1803, the United States of America doubled in size, furthering the dream of Manifest Destiny.
Summing It Up
What do you need to know?
I Started thinking JB is okay with
NO HE IS NOT!!!
Well RLY he is
Okay I'll fix mah mind *Fix it*
STILL WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WA WA
Okay THAT IS ENOUGH!
Now what, I feel like QUIT IT!
I HATE HIM,BACK, YAY YAY YAY
I must find a way to hate him
*Goes to google*
Okay Yuck! No i hate him back
Be4 few years I LOVED his songs i thought he was a gal tho ._. ;_; Okay lol I said "WOW! She's so good at singing O.o "
Wait!!!!! I'm maki'n fun of e'm dis means.
I WIN U SUCK!!!,JB okee,
Now all of dat was sorta weird :/ ._.
BTW that does nothing with the category
Los 3 Heroes. Cap 13Los 3 Heroes. Cap 13. El Chistoso
(Paso mucho tiempo hasta el dia de los inocentes)
Wonderin: Un buen jugo para un buen tipo *Abre el refrigerador y un monton de pelotas salen disparadas* DOW AUH AUCH ARGG AY DOW.... Termino? *Sale una pelota derrepente y le golpea en CENSURADO* MIS PANDITAS
Raymond: JAJAJA Dia de los inocentes!
Wonderin: Un Pastel me hara bien *Mira el Refrigerador y hay un pastelito y lo saca* se ve bien *Mira algo que hay en el pastel* Pero que? *Todo el glaseado del pastelito explota* PERO QUE!!
Raymond: Dia De Los Inocentes !!! JAJAJAJA
(EN UNA CITA DE WONDERIN CON APPLEJACK)
Wonderin: Oye y quieres venir a mi casa?
Wonderin: Vamos *Abre la puerta y.. le cae una cubeta de agua*
Raymond: DIA DE LOS INOCENTES!! JAJAJAJAJA
Wonderin: RAYMOND!!! UNA MAS TE JURO TE VAS AL ESPACIO
Applejack: *Mirandolo como WTF* Al espacio?
Wonderin: Asi llamamos a un..... Baño publico, es que hacemos bromas igual todo los dias
Free Day: W2: D4I have been talking a fair bit about virtues this week and so I thought it would be topical if for the free day I would give a brief explanation of virtue theory.
It all started off back in Ancient Greece where the classical philosophers Socrates, Plato and Aristotle debated as to who and what it took to make an ideal state. It was Aristotle who pushed the notion of virtue theory. Claiming that the ideal state would be one where every man lived in accordance with the ‘golden mean’ that it to say, everyone ought to not worry about the actions he takes when it comes to determining whether he is good/moral/righteous, but instead to focus on applying the right character trait at the right time and in the right amount. Thus it would okay for someone to use his cunning in order to evade and avoid paying his taxes, if he remembered to show generosity when times called for it (like when the vicar comes round collecting for a new church roof for example).
Later on during the Medieva
Sitting in a room all alone. “Mom!” I jumped up seeing her. I hadn’t seen her in about two weeks.
Her eyes held tears. Are they real or fake?
“Hi.” She hugged me and and I hugged her back. I showed her what I built with blocks. I smiled up at her.
“See? I built it all by myself!” I said happily. I don’t care as long as Mom is here. I couldn’t be happier.
She wrapped her arms around me. “Alice. I don’t know how to tell you this,” she pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back. I could feel the tears against my cheek and I cried.
I knew this would happen. This is why they took me away. Why?
“I love you Mom,” I felt myself cry into her shoulder. She stood up tall and looked back at Dad.
He came over and held my hand.
“I love you too,” she said.
“Don’t worry Alice, it’ll be ok.” He patted my back and left.
A gaping hole was in my stomac. A woman came and took me w
It's Too Far Work brain work! Why wouldn't it work!?!? I need to draw something. Wait, I don't like drawing. I love sketching. I need to write something. A story. A poem. Anything.
Music. YouTube? What's on YouTube..... I haven't seen this song before. Ooh~ I like it. Favorite~! What? I have 39 songs in my playlist? But.... but I like all of these songs. Wait, no not this one. Or this one. WAIT, I deleted the wrong one! WHY!? I really liked that one.... Uh, what was the name of it again?
Shouldn't I be doing homework...? Yes I should. I really, really, really, really, should. Hey look, a Message!
"Ciao" it said.
"Hei" I replied.
No response after. Same as last time. No no no no!! Nein nein nein nein NEIN!!! My lasagna...... It's.... It's cold...... My smoothie.... It's..... It's gone..... Thirsty. Ever so thirsty.....
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