Have you ever cried dry tears?
Have you ever had to hide yourself?
Have you ever written by the light of a lonely street lamp?
I have.
Have you ever acted negative
because you were afraid that people would see?
I have.
I do.
Every day.
As the news spread, so did the grief. The wolves explained that they were mean to Kenny, but they just wanted to toughen him up. No one believed them.
Kenny was buried beneath his home, with all the animals surrounding. Lila sang an old French tune that left them all solemn. The wolves bayed softly as each paid their respects. When the funeral departed, Blake took one last look. Attempting to picture Kennys face became harder with each passing minute. The silver wolf whimpered as rain teemed down, and then trotted back into the brushwood.
*No one is immortal, so dont treat them like they are.*
Kenny didnt flinch when the wolves called his name; he just kept walking. Obviously they werent sorry for what happened yesterday because the pack surrounded him again, snapping their jaws close to his body. Kenny wasnt fazed, which irritated them.
Blake leaned in close to Kenneys dull face and growled, Youre worth nothing. What good are you here? Youre such a wimp and you will never become a strong buck.
Kennys eyes lost more luster and he stumbled deeper into the forest. Blakes message rang through his head like a maxim. Ending at a hemlock patch, Kenny plucked a f
The next morning he drank from the river, its cool water soothing his dry throat. Kenny stood, his back weight all on his left hoof. The sun warmed the area and white oaks shaded the animals from intense heat. To his right were two bears, Muk and Luk, fishing for salmon. Their burly figures splashed about, sending out ripples of water. Life was content and relaxing. That was until a chilling wail halted everything. Muk and Luk stopped fishing, the birds stopped chirping, and Kenny stopped breathing.
The pack started their routine of self-esteem-killing remarks while Kenny glanced at the bears. They guiltily looked down, turned awa
Chapter 1 of my fable
Ok, well, this was for school. We had to write a fable concerning a current issue/controversy. My issue was bullying, so yeah. I changed it so it wasnt one long chapter, but a few separate.
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Kenny treaded softly through the underbrush, occasionally glancing up to watch the birds flutter and dance in the sky. It was a beautiful day, with a light breeze that could only be felt outside of the dense forest. As a fawn, Kenny had frolicked in the meadows and chased butterflies on such days. Unfortunately, Blake and his pack of wolv
Stop
Dont lie to me.
Say youll do
and then back out.
Dont raise my hope
and then let it drop.
Dont set me up
and walk away.
Dont take it so high
and let me fall.
Dont put yourself out there
and then hide behind me.
Yesterday, I wanted to laugh like a maniac.
Today, I want to cry in the dark.
Its not fair that you can stand in the shadows
while Im taking the blame for everything.
I remember lying, denying,
Everything you said.
I was still trying,
When you tore my life to shreds.
It was me,
Somethings wrong no.
It was you.
I was too blind to see,
My head hung low.
I didnt know what to do.
I remember running home everyday,
Crying my pain.
Lying, it was okay,
But everything I did was in vain.
I felt like a stone,
Thrown around and kicked.
You werent done,
Oh, what a great friend I picked.
Up in the clouds you were.
You could see me...yeah, sure.
I never made a sound,
So afraid.
Every time you put me down,
A fateful price was paid.
I crumbled like a wall,
Fading away.
You s
Seeing is believing
I am leaving
For you to find
That humans are not kind
Ice cold hearts
Speak as sharp as darts
Theres no mistake
For you to take
Me out of this world
Cloudy days block our vision
All were making is more division
Were not one
But there was someone
Who thought we could believe
Remember we only believe
What we can see
And we cant
Theres nothing left
Weve destroyed it all
All were waiting for is our Saviors call
Look what we did
We are acting like kids
Hiding from trouble
Even more
Make it double
We do not belong
What humans are doing is wrong.
Im tired of trying
Dreaming up false hope
Im tired of crying
So hard to stop, so hard to cope.
You cant get to me
From this pit theres no way out
I feel like Im chained, feel like Im free
I feel like a scream, with no noise, no shout.
Im a ghost in the trees
Invisible to all
Tears streak my face, scrapes line my knees
You cant see me, you cant hear me will you know when I fall?
I have an invisible voice, but Im heard by you
Im an invisible girl, but now Im seen by you.
Her feet swept the ground like ocean tides,
Drawing back and forth continuously by some godly force
Discarding a trail of faint imprints that wont be tread again
Memories playback prior to vanishing
No more distractions, dont glance back
The narrow road to Galway is forth coming.
Are you coming home soon?
Yeah. Were done with our case; Ive only got a bit of paperwork left. Nick paused. You okay? You sound upset.
Greg sighed into the phone and twirled the pen on the table. I just, He sighed again. I thought youd be home by now.
I know, Im sorry, this case totally had us in the wrong direction. Ill be home soon. Greg glanced around their kitchen still hoping he could surprise Nick.
Promise?
I promise. Smiling again, Greg let his hopes back up despite his better judgment. I love y
National Treasure: We Are by ode2sokka, literature
Literature
National Treasure: We Are
National Treasure: We Are
Chapter 1/1
Riley!
The shriek from upstairs would have been enough to pull Ben from his book if the younger mans sudden bolting out of the room hadnt done it. Riley had jumped off the couch and toward the door a good five seconds before Abigails yell had reached them. Sometimes, the computer genius had timing that amazed even him.
What did you do this time? Ben yelled after his friend, but the only response he got was the slamming of his own front door.
It didnt matter because Abby, dressed in a loose t-shirt, shorts, and still dripping wet, slid into the room righ
Favourite genre of music: I don't have one~ Favourite photographer: Krysten Brown Favourite style of art: that's hard~ umm maybe computer graphics Favourite cartoon character: scooby-doo!! Personal Quote: You fail when you don't try
Favourite Visual Artist
...i don't know
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
ahh!! too many to name!
Favourite Writers
would you stop with these hard questions?!
Other Interests
poetry, writing stories, photography, hanging out with my friends, bike riding, horseback riding,
HA! HA HA HA!!! we won our first football game yesterday against Reynoldsburg!! it was so much fun!! our color guard was good--not together but hey! we have really intricate work. the other team repeated a lot of stuff and was really safe. their show's name was "mind,body,spirit".....ok so yea and we did the yo mamma dance on the track--which was really awesome!!....the band bus was cramped b/c the sophomore class is really big, but it was kinda fun. Ai showed me some of her japanese songs on her phone and i slept a little on the way back. :)) :)) :)) i feel so happy! except when i think of Monday--we have to come @ 7 for a pep rally. i thoug
wow. Band camp was actually pretty fun. save for the exhausting sectionals outside everyday, but it was. I made friends with some freshman and got lots of bruises. :) Oh yes, and band jokes galore! Kelsey, Alexa, Ai, and I made color guard t-shirts. It was awesome. Mine says "I'm armed and dangerous..." on the front & the back says "but only to myself!" On the bottom it asks, "Do you like crayons?" (insider). The only freshman i almost punched in the face was this girl who talks before she thinks. which makes her stupid and annoying.....and then Leah Relko..grrrr..we had this clean cabin contest and the sophmore girls lost. yeah so leah wrote
Yesterday I went to the barn!!..and I rode Leo western....i haven't ridden in like a year!!! a whole fudge muffin year!..jeez i suck. just last year Picasso (my awesome paint/halflinger buddy) became a trail horse and the little 6yr old that rides him changed his name. yeah, i know. you don't change a horse's name when they're like 20yrs old! I refuse to call him APACHE. he will always be my Picasso. :( AHH!! off topic. anyway, i think I expected myself to remember everything. umm...no. my heels were going up all the time (color guard--point ur toes!)...and i felt like a suckish beginner. ;( Leo blew my signals off b/c he didn't remember me,