I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the трава and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the вверх of a тележка, корзина coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal колокол, колокольчик, белл viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the forest, where I could melt away unseen. The driver rings the колокол, колокольчик, белл again, furious at being ignored. I enter the forest and head straight in, if the driver thought to watch me, he would have seen an unskilled child with no knowledge of woodcraft.
After I was on the other side of a small rise, I turned North and followed the nearly invisible game trails to a grove of thick leaved evergreens and turned to watch. The driver had continued up the field on his original path. But as I watched, he swung around and went back to where he had seen me and rang the колокол, колокольчик, белл once more. Was he assuming I had only retreated a few feet beyond the wood-edge, and was now trying to draw me out by pretending to spot me again? I laughed, I was in the forest now, there was no way he could beat me in my element. I watched his confused antics until I grew bored, then I headed home, smiling. I have a new game to play.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the вверх of a тележка, корзина coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal колокол, колокольчик, белл viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the forest, where I could melt away unseen. The driver rings the колокол, колокольчик, белл again, furious at being ignored. I enter the forest and head straight in, if the driver thought to watch me, he would have seen an unskilled child with no knowledge of woodcraft.
After I was on the other side of a small rise, I turned North and followed the nearly invisible game trails to a grove of thick leaved evergreens and turned to watch. The driver had continued up the field on his original path. But as I watched, he swung around and went back to where he had seen me and rang the колокол, колокольчик, белл once more. Was he assuming I had only retreated a few feet beyond the wood-edge, and was now trying to draw me out by pretending to spot me again? I laughed, I was in the forest now, there was no way he could beat me in my element. I watched his confused antics until I grew bored, then I headed home, smiling. I have a new game to play.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I Любовь writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason Ты might think is strange.
Письмо
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use Письмо to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I Любовь writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason Ты might think is strange.
Письмо
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use Письмо to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I Любовь writing.
TOADSTEP PVO
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a куст, буш and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are Ты okay? I didn't think Ты were in Любовь with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought Ты were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"
Toadstep leapt in his sleep, dreaming about Dovewing and Ivypool...
He ducked behind a куст, буш and stared out and Bumblestripe and Dovewing purring together and jumoing around, playfully.
Toastep watched in complete awe, wondering why he was spyinngg on Dovewing he whipped around and thrashed a paw at the waiting Ivypool.
He wanted to be the Dovewing and Ivypool the Bumblestripe...
He had to imagine Ivypool as dovewing. He leapt at the imaginary Dovewing and wrestled around with her. Ivypool yowled with somewhat surprise and Toadstep woke up from dovewing's spirit and looked at Ivypool.
"What is it?" He asked dreamily. Still thinking she was Dovewing.
"Toadstep? Are Ты okay? I didn't think Ты were in Любовь with me so much." Ivypool meowed, suprised.
"Er... I'm sorry for scaring you- I just thought Ты were Dovewing. She is tough that's all." Toadstep purred, playfully.
"Toadstep! No!"
"What? New Hampshire?" Hillishia said. "But that's far away." "Nah! You're movie stars! Ты can buy your plane tickets in a snap!" Mr. Higgsten said. The dark and empty stage was very dark and eerie when it was silent. So it was silent as Ponya thought."Well I guess I can squeeze it in. How long will we be there?" Ponya asked. "Just to do some final touches so I'm guessing about a few days." Ponya turned to Hillishia. "It's ok! We can go to New Hampshire and come back in time to see the opening night!" Ponya said. "We'll go!" Hillishia said.......................sorry I had to make the Статья longer............................................... Zaqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq....................