Sometimes I feel as if i'm the sun. People come outside to bathe in my rays, but not without protection. I stay out longer in the summers to rejoice with all those I had to leave behind during the short winter days. I paint the skies during the evening. Bright pinks and deep purples represent my content with me and the world. Other times I am the moon. Hiding away from the light. People retire for the night, not giving me a second glance as they leave me behind. My sadness plummets the sky in blacks and deep grays. The only relief are the tiny stars and galaxies that break up the darkness, Both sides of me are beautiful. Whether i'm the blazing sun or shining moon, I am beautiful.
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The Last Apprentice series has been a roller coaster so far, but it isn't a scary one despite the theme of the book. Monsters plague the county that Tom Ward lives in. It just so happens that he is going to be the apprentice of the person who rids the county of theses monsters. He is hesitant at first but he eventually learns to love his job. I love the writing style of Joseph Delaney. He keeps his characters in check and never makes them do things that are unusual unless it is for a goo reason, like a plot twist or something. The one character that I'm a little suspicious of is Alice the witch that Tom oddly befriends. She seems nice, but she never sugar coats anything even if it should be coated. She adores Tom, but rarely helps him in his apprenticeship, which I find odd. I love this series and can't wait until I finish all 8 of the books. This is going to be a long but enjoyable journey. Let's just hope that the ending is a good one.
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Oh how I Wonder Why my Discos end in Panic! This day is no Fun. Yellow The sun Her favourtie sun dress Tulips Sunday morning tunes My name rolling off her toungue The rolling ocean tides Hot waffles with butter Sugary lemonaid with a bendy straw My daily happy pill Striped fuzzy socks Your favourite cotton t-shirt The grass after a rainstorm Yellow can make you feel at home The beige walls did nothing to soothe the atmosphere that the ICU gave off. The floors were white and recently mopped. People wearing scrubs and lab coats seemed to be appearing from no-where. One of the nurses walks into the family lounge, and soon after loud sobbing can be heard throughout the facility. Sadly enough, the scene happens often. Gowned figures stumble through the halls dragging their IV bags along for the ride. Their faces hold little to no color after their fight with the Grim Reaper. They are lucky enough to have won that fight, but their scars will be a forever memory of their struggle. The ICU is no place for people, yet here we all are; waiting on the verdict of our loved ones.
Wow was she b-e-a-utiful. Her long, blonde hair was pulled away from her face. Her jawline could cut diamonds; her eyes were a whole different story. Those ovals contained the prettiest brown-caramel color I've ever seen. When the sun hit them in just the right spot they turned gold like a comforting honey tea. The freckles that covered her face were like the constellations that everyone loves, but can never name. I wanted to badly to trace then with my fingers as I looked into those honey eyes; however, I'd never get a chance. You see she is the universe and i'm just bones covered in flesh.
What is it about people that makes other angry. You could be doing literally anything, and someone is going to find some sort of problem with it. You could eat a cracker and someone will complain that you chew too loud. Sit in your seat the wrong way and you are definitely going to hear about why you shouldn't do that.
Another thing is what does your hairstyle have to do with your intelligence or work ethic. I don't see how having a weird hairstyle can affect my brain. There is no relation between the two. Tattoos are another thing. Why can't I have a body full of tattoos and be a successful accountant in the business world? Are my tattoos going to affect how I manage my accounts? Are they magically going to take money and store it in my skin? The answer is probably not, but it would be a lot cooler if they did, because then some people would have reasoning to their madness. Rant over. Characters: Damien and Goose
Plot: The world is ending and the only two living things left are a man and his duck. Beginning- The year was 2017 and the Earth is now officially ending. It isn't like the typical horror movie where continents are falling off the map, instead, people are turning into random lawn ornaments. The most common ornament seems to be gnomes. You can walk about half a mile in the city and see at least 25 people that were turned into gnomes. I guess me and my duck (named goose) were the lucky apples out of the bunch......... Continues from there. When I was little my mom once told me that Wyverns (A dragon of some sort I guess) were real and very much alive in this world. Being the tiny gullible child I was, I bought into her fairy tale lies. Every night since then I have always looked all around my house for the lair of the Wyverns (of course I never found them). I began to doubt the woman that birthed me. Where were the magical creatures that she talked so passionately about every night? I asked her where to find the Wyverns one night. She held my stare for a few seconds and then she whispered so quiet that I could barely hear the words that came out of her mouth.
"Where the wild things are." Looking back on it now. Those stories were drugs talking, not her mother. |
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