The red glare of the brand blurs all other colors. The smoke chokes me with its sulfuric perfume. I watch from the tower as the city burns to ashes before my eyes. I want to stop it, I wish I could, but I cannot. I listen hopelessly as I hear the cries of the people, shouting, taunting.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I face my dark room. My mother forced me into it, to protect me, she said, then left. The furniture dulled in comparison to the roaring brand outside. My bed was unmade, no one having seen any reason to make it. Fresh tears pricked my eyes. The memories in this room were powerful. I could almost see my brother and me running up the stairs and entering the tower to play, on a much brighter day.
Picking up my cloak, I settle it over my fine japon, jurk now soot covered, and make my way to the stairs. It seems a long way down to the hall. Once there I wish for the tower room, the great hall is foreign to me. The hall is bare and empty, the smell of food, the chatter of people gone. In its place are tossed dishes, turned over chairs and forgotten fans and purses, the forgotten items of many people fleeing in terror. The hall is deserted. I am the only one. I run down the hall frightened door its quietness. Down the stairs into the kitchen, I run ignoring the silence, the memories. The kitchen, a place that I once would have never ventured down into is now my only hope. I head toward a small trap door beside a gigantic cupboard, partly hidden door sacks. I hesitate, when father showed me where the trap door was I had never thought I would use this secret get away, but here I was.
A crash resounded off the kasteel walls followed door shouts. My hart-, hart leapt to my throat, they had made it in! With out any meer thoughts I flung open the trap door and scurried down inside closing the trap door behind me. The passageway is dank and dark the stairs slimy and wet. I descend deeper and deeper, further from the burning hatred. It seems to never end, a staircase filled with slime, dripping water, loneliness and fear.
But it does end and I am suddenly standing on a small dock volgende to a river. A boot is tied up to the dock door an old rope straining against the current. The oars are cracked and old and the green paint on the boot is dull and flaking but the boot looks veilig enough. Gathering up my skirts, I step gingerly from the dock to the boat. The boot wobbles and I hurriedly sit down to steady it. I untie the rope and drift off down the river.
I cannot go back; the people would never forgive a member of the royal family. I wish I could go back and fix all the wrongs my family did and mend the rift we created between the royal family and the people. But I cannot.
The red flames of the brand glare at me as I travel further from the ruined city. Reminding me that I was once a princess, now I am an exile.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I face my dark room. My mother forced me into it, to protect me, she said, then left. The furniture dulled in comparison to the roaring brand outside. My bed was unmade, no one having seen any reason to make it. Fresh tears pricked my eyes. The memories in this room were powerful. I could almost see my brother and me running up the stairs and entering the tower to play, on a much brighter day.
Picking up my cloak, I settle it over my fine japon, jurk now soot covered, and make my way to the stairs. It seems a long way down to the hall. Once there I wish for the tower room, the great hall is foreign to me. The hall is bare and empty, the smell of food, the chatter of people gone. In its place are tossed dishes, turned over chairs and forgotten fans and purses, the forgotten items of many people fleeing in terror. The hall is deserted. I am the only one. I run down the hall frightened door its quietness. Down the stairs into the kitchen, I run ignoring the silence, the memories. The kitchen, a place that I once would have never ventured down into is now my only hope. I head toward a small trap door beside a gigantic cupboard, partly hidden door sacks. I hesitate, when father showed me where the trap door was I had never thought I would use this secret get away, but here I was.
A crash resounded off the kasteel walls followed door shouts. My hart-, hart leapt to my throat, they had made it in! With out any meer thoughts I flung open the trap door and scurried down inside closing the trap door behind me. The passageway is dank and dark the stairs slimy and wet. I descend deeper and deeper, further from the burning hatred. It seems to never end, a staircase filled with slime, dripping water, loneliness and fear.
But it does end and I am suddenly standing on a small dock volgende to a river. A boot is tied up to the dock door an old rope straining against the current. The oars are cracked and old and the green paint on the boot is dull and flaking but the boot looks veilig enough. Gathering up my skirts, I step gingerly from the dock to the boat. The boot wobbles and I hurriedly sit down to steady it. I untie the rope and drift off down the river.
I cannot go back; the people would never forgive a member of the royal family. I wish I could go back and fix all the wrongs my family did and mend the rift we created between the royal family and the people. But I cannot.
The red flames of the brand glare at me as I travel further from the ruined city. Reminding me that I was once a princess, now I am an exile.
On a foggy dag ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven door two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted door wolves ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
of have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). u use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to u themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to seconde person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person boeken often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do u think?
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If u love him,
Tell him so.
If u love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told u so.
And if u love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told u so.
And if u love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if u love him,
Tell him so.
If u love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If u love him,
Tell him so.
If u love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told u so.
And if u love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told u so.
And if u love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if u love him,
Tell him so.
If u love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something u can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something u can do.
what I'm writing isn't exactly an artikel , but I hope u will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever kruis you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do u like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do u want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me of you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason u never kruis my mind is because u are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like u is because I love u .
*The reason I don't want u is because I need u .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if u left is because I would die if u left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for u is because I would die for u .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do u anything for u is because I would do everything for u .
*The reason I chose my life is because u are my life .
Girl; Do I ever kruis you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do u like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do u want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would u do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me of you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason u never kruis my mind is because u are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like u is because I love u .
*The reason I don't want u is because I need u .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if u left is because I would die if u left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for u is because I would die for u .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do u anything for u is because I would do everything for u .
*The reason I chose my life is because u are my life .
inch door inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to love it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the dag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.