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A horses ViewA horse’s view
Down this long path we walk on, lie’s a meadow of love and joy
Please let me die there.
My life is over and gone.
Please remember the times of,
Shows and trail rides,
With you and me together
With you on my back and the smiles on our faces
Please remember me like an old picture. The tears you cry are for me
but please remember me
Every time you ride, please smile and don’t cry, I love you for saving me, I thank you.
Please don’t forget our life as one.
Reality is a lovely place.Down a street. Two cats lived down the street they were the bested friends. "Hi Rose!" A brown tabby cat walked down along the fence. "Hi Reed!" Rose the strawberry cat, meowed. Rose jumped the fence where Reed was. "So what's up with the house folk?" Rose asked. Oh Rose if only you knew how much I want to leave to the forest. Reed though. "Reed?" Rose asked As Reed was look out to the forest. "I would love to leave." Reed sadly. "Oh but where would you go?" Rose asked. "To the forest!" Reed smiled at her. "Really? Don't you know what's in there?" Rose said surprised. "Rose will you come with me?" Reed asked. "Yes of course but I don't want to leave my owners." Rose said looking at Reed. "Rose I love you and if you don't care about me I'll leave by myself." Reed jumped off the fence to the forest. Rose looked surprised. "You love me?" Rose jumpe
The photos THE END
"Well boys how's it going?" The hosted asked "Good!" We all smiled. "So What`s it like to be in Montana?" He asked "Fine!" Liam smiled. "So Whos single?" He asked Liam and Niall raised their hands. "Wow just you two!" He said. "So Zayn How`s your Girlfriend." He asked me. "She`s fine." I smiled. "And Louis?" He asked "Fine as well." Louis said. "Oh and Harry?" He asked "Great." He smiled. "So It`s must be hard not seeing your girlfriends." He smiled as he asked. "Yes it is." Louis said. "So where are your girlfriends?" He asked. "Mine is in The UK and so Is Zayn`s." Louis said again. "Zayn is this you're Girlfriend?" He was holding a picture of Katie! "Mmm...?" I said. "Yeah!" Harry said happily. We all started to look at him. "She greatly a head of the curve." He asked "She must be something in the UK." he laughed. "Okay any ways. Louis is this your girlfriend?" He asked "Yeah!" Harry said again. As I saw he was holding
The Photos ch. 1
I guess I would be a lone for the summer. I was Thinking as I rolled out of Bed. Sarah had broken up Niall and Moved to Texas for the rest of her life. Taylor and I moved in together and moved closer to our school. One Direction was going around the world. Taylor left to see her aunt for the whole summer. Her dad and my mum were on a honey moon in Mexico. So truly I was a lone for the whole summer. "Rrrrr... I guess I am going to go down to the coffee shop." I rolled out of Bed and grabbed some jeans and a tank and my sweet Zayn`s Jacket. I started to run out of the house. To get a coffee
I and my mom had just moved to London England over the summer. Me and my Mom where at the coffee shop. I started to wonder if I would see One Direction or Zayn`s Girlfriend or even Louis`s girlfriend. I was a big fan of One Direction, even If I can date them, I was almost Zayn`s girlfriend`s age, but just a little under
For my old girlHave you ever missed someone so much? You forget their face. It's hard to remember that feeling as Best friends. You think of them and start to cried a lot. You miss them so much and you can't see them for months that feel like four million years. You need to find a way to find them but the miles are to far to chase after. Well that's how I feel. I haven't seen my friend in three months. But when you ride a new horse it feels as if your journeys start again. Well how are you knowing that six hours drives to get to your horse. It’s hard. You hear a song that makes you think of her and you start to cry. And then you think of your other horse friends that passed or got sold. You start to feel weird that you can find your old friend. You get there and you find yourself start to go to the pasture that your horse friends are in. You pet them and run back to the house to get the bridle in the house and run back out to get her. And you put the bridle out her and pull her out and s
Flower's omens part 1 If was a quiet and crisp dawn. As a leaf fell down in the middle of the half gone summer. It was the day the omens had begun. Well this dream I had haven`t made much of idea of what they were saying. Something about a white wing, leaf falling walking up, under the nose, and the leaves will fall down mid-summer. Okay that ending part was true but what about the others? I thought. "Next must be under the nose?" I whispered to myself. "What’s that Flower?" my apprentice asked. "Oh nothing my young apprentice." I smiled down at her. “Three day left?" I thought out loud “Three days until what?" Blueskye asked again "Until I go to the elders den." I smiled but under that was my death waiting for me. "Really you’re not the medicine cat anymore?" Blueskye said sadly. "Yes but I`ll never forget you, Your like my only baby girl." I smiled again. "So the half moon is tomorrow?" Blueskye asked "Yes...." I said as looking for herbs. "Okay what
Of Demons and PoltergeistsA black silhouette stood in front of the all-consuming conflagration, watching blissfully as the smoke stained the stars out of existence. A low chuckle rose in the pyromaniac's throat, a terrifying noise that built to a crescendo as she bent over double, the golden Glasgow grin on her mask echoing the laughter coming from her mouth. The trees around her burned as stood there laughing, creating more of the horrendous destruction the woman's twisted mind deemed 'artwork'. Her gleeful sounds faded as she regained composure, slinging the half-empty can of gasoline onto her back before Erika Shen began walking from her newest masterpiece; a house, filled with visiting families for a reunion, burned to the ground with no possible chance of escaping. The schizophrenic psychopath stalked past several trees marked with the accursed symbol she so despised. The infamous axe murderer named after the Roman Goddess of the Dawn stood before a great, leafless tree. She snickered, pouring the remainin
Ama shelnev, Hemlekh shelnevYou were once a Queen.
It is a reminder that Corydon gives her often. A reminder that she did not begin as they did. Hers was a different beginning, a different birth, a different origin. She has always been set apart and he reminds her often that she is not from the same place as the rest of them.
The reminder comes most often when she lowers herself to dirty her hands for them, when she takes the blame for something she need not, and most especially when she bows the whim or pressure of one he deems to be beneath her. Mostly, the reminder comes when he is insulted on her behalf for how they treat her.
I was so stunned by who you were, that I think I gave away more of myself than I meant to....
The memory of his admission made her smile. Then again, so much of what he had said made her smile to remember it. He spoke of how he was taught that it is his responsibility to care for those who were his. He spoke of serfs and servants without the lowering of his voice that so m
The NewbornThe Newborn
Christy Waters was only 19 years old when she learned that she was pregnant. Moreover, she could not know certainly who gave her the cells. Her mother and father felt puzzled as well. Christy was a good girl and never considered being a whore. So nobody knew whose cells had mixed with her eggs.
When the nine months passed and she was due to deliver, more people than her and her parents wondered about the fetus. Furthermore, Christy had no physical signs of pregnancy as would manifest with normal cases. Her weight and shape remained normal. But she lost much blood and felt debilitated. The hospital suggested a diet to help her recover. However, the delivery cost her and the emerging fetus was very peculiar. It had only a few basic humanoid features. It had a face, neck and shoulders of a male child but from the shoulders down to the feet, the appearance was neither human nor other primate. The abdomen sported a mass of inky tentacles and the arms were long and sinewy.
The HuntThe kill was fresh and the hunt had begun anew. The hunter was on the prowl once more; the mighty stalker began by silently scouting the room. He felt the fear of his prey, the warmth of their presence. The primal urges convulsed in his veins, strengthening him. He slowly crept through the rafters, quickly enough to keep up with his prey, and quietly enough for his prey to be unaware. The constant pounding in his head kept him motivated, and the shadows writhed about him. No longer was he human, as being contained in a laboratory for twelve years had changed him.
But something else swirled through his veins, something inhuman, something that was never meant to be. He remembered it all, the test procedures and serums, the cruel testing and the white garbs of the scientists. But now he was free, and nobody would be able to stop him from taking his revenge. His prey was on the move once more, the white jacket drifting behind him. The hunter grinned with delight, and began to move swiftly
The Crimson Duke, Part 2So far, I've actually accomplished quite a lot. I've had to kill a few people to get the information I needed, but that doesn't matter. I guess none of it does.
I'm a wanted man now. Not that I'm a guy, but, you know.
There is really nothing much else to do.
I got up from the smoking fire, deciding that it was time to call it quits. The fire was dying anyway. But something about it caught my attention, by chance. the smoke wasn't black or gray, it had this odd little tint to it, like a dusky kind of red, mixed with brown.
I looked closer. I didn't see anything else of any supposed importance.
And when the plastic explosive went off, I didn't even feel it.
PoliteMy parents trusted in the small town dynamics we had going. My town had about 40,000 people. We lived sprawled across huge lots, with neighbors that were always willing to lend a hand. So they did not expect too much trouble when they left for the week.
My cousin Toni was watching me. She was 21 and rather irresponsible. She left me home alone for most of the week while my parents soaked up the rays in Hawaii. Her version of watching me was to check in every few days and take me to the store as needed. She told me to have fun.
She taught me to drive a stick shift when I was 14. I really loved her.
I heard the scraping in the lock around 2am, I thought it was Toni. I had the windows open upstairs because of the dry heat and I could hear the sound of metal scraping against the lock. I thought she might be drunk, so I went downstairs and looked through the pained glass window.
The face that looked back was not that of a young adult, but a man in his late 30s. He looked at me for a moment
Cry of the JackalsCry of the Jackals
Those who have traversed the Sahara along the Egyptian stretch and wandered through the Valley of Kings might have chanced to hear the occasional cries of jackals. They sometimes hang out near the doors of the tombs. When this writer was at the nearest resort, a traveler such as I mentioned arrived and told me and a few others that he had seen or heard a clutch of jackals at a particular tomb. Naturally, someone inquired,
"Which tomb was it? Akhenaten? Ramses?"
"I am not really sure," he replied, nervously. "Neither did I see a marking nor did my guide know."
An unmarked tomb. An unknown mummy. Something very strange was going on out there. However, I was still on holiday and had no intention to investigate. So the inquirer, Edmond Tulley, an amateur investigator who occasionally worked with Scotland Yard, felt it was incumbent to go. The journey was about two days by rover.
When Tulley arrived, he and his guide, a native Egyptian, camped and checked provisions. Cert
NEC 202: Black DogAidan sat alone in the necromancy building, only candlelight and a single tome to keep him company. The small handful of first years had already left, no doubt not needing to do any research in after course hours. He himself had rarely seen the other necromancy students, and wondered if they even bothered to attend. It wasn't really his business, of course, but it would have been nice to have an upperclass student to research with, as the library felt so hollow, devoid of happy feelings.
The book he'd fetched was called Sacrificed Beasts in Magic, a catalog of assorted creatures that had been used in accomplice with spells. When he'd been looking it up, he'd noticed that a copy of the book existed in the Magic Languages library as well, bringing about the thought that department used animals in sacrifice. His goal was more to find out what happened to them after they'd been sacrificed.
He flipped through the pages, and they turned with little noise. The book must hav
Rainbows and Zombies It was a bright sunny day in the City of Color River. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. The mood at Color Wind High School was cheerful and excited; for the first semester has just started. But not everyone was in a cheerful mood.
At the side of the private school, on the winding stair cases that had stops every ten steps, there was a boy. An 18 year old boy with green hair and green eyes leaned forward on the rails in the second to the top break. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a dark green sleeveless, thin jacket. He was also wearing blue jeans and dark green shoes. His elbow was resting on the rail, and his fist was pressed against the left side of his face. There was a sad expression on his face. He was sad, depressed, and heartbroken.
He let out a sad sigh. Then a girl who looked to be the same age came up the stairs and walked next to him. She had brig
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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