this is a story that i wrote for my practice год 12 exams, its theme was 'circle'
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The girl strode on, her капот, худ firmly over her head, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Around her, the cars grew less, but the trees grew plentiful. The orb-like moon rose steadily into the sky making visibility almost possible through the canopy of ever increasing leaves.
None of this mattered. The girl strode on, her face set, her one intention clear in her mind.
The круг must have closure.
At this thought, the girl lengthened her stride, each step crunching the fallen, dried leaves, determined. She must do this. She no longer had a choice, it was too late. She had to be accepted; the ring was almost full. There were surely no еще than three places left in the organisation, and all she needed to do was to pass this one initiation test and she would be in. she would belong to this cult. Belong for the first time in her life.
The thought of this pushed her on further still, until she was running, sprinting, pushing her muscles further than they could possibly go – and there, ahead, she caught sight of her prey.
She slowed and crept behind the trees, hoping not to be seen. The man stood and turned, he had heard her. Faking all the courage she could, she stepped out from behind her hiding place and raised the gun, pointing it directly at his heart, just as she has been taught to do.
The man surveyed her with steady, blue eyes, his expression not so much fear, but an incomprehensible sadness.
“why, child?” he asked quietly.
The girl didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer, for she didn’t know the reason for the mans near death. And no, she would not care about it.
The круг must have closure.
All she wanted was to belong, and if this was the price to be loved and accepted as a member, so be it.
сердце pounding, back sticky with sweat, the girl shut her eyes and pulled the trigger. The deafening blast of the gun shot was nothing however, to the sickening thud of the mans broken body as it hit the cold dirt.
The girl didn’t look. She turned, eyes streaming, gasping already for breath and ran, faster than she had ever pushed her body before, tripping over the sticks and stones, sobbing as she tried to escape the ghosts of her sin.
Eventually, the building grew closer and too soon it loomed over her, dark and foreboding. The girl dried her eyes and fixed her face to an expression of some great achievement.
Pushing open the doors, the girl registered the faces of the cult. All stared at her wih pride and happiness. She took her place in the круг and accepted their congratulations with modesty. But she felt sick.
These people, the organisation, the ring, the ones who she had always honoured and worshipped, seemed now no better than the scum locked away for life for their crimes. What, after all, was so different? They all killed.
Those kind, blue eyes haunted her thoughts, making her own eyes bleary through the fake smiles. These terrible people, they welcomed her with open arms, with Любовь and honour, what she had always wanted, but for her terrible act? The cost of it all, in the end, was it worth it? Worthy an innocent mans life? No.
The круг must have closure.
The girl smiled, one last time, and slipped out of the room, out of reach of the cult and their sins, out into the darkness. She flicked her капот, худ back into place and set off, for the third time that night, at a run.
The girl feared this building, but she had no choice. или did she? She saw the blue and red sirens of the car out front, and realised her decision, the right one, had been made. At last.
The круг must have closure, she thought.
This круг must come to an end.
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plz plz plz dont be afraid to criticize :p
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The girl strode on, her капот, худ firmly over her head, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Around her, the cars grew less, but the trees grew plentiful. The orb-like moon rose steadily into the sky making visibility almost possible through the canopy of ever increasing leaves.
None of this mattered. The girl strode on, her face set, her one intention clear in her mind.
The круг must have closure.
At this thought, the girl lengthened her stride, each step crunching the fallen, dried leaves, determined. She must do this. She no longer had a choice, it was too late. She had to be accepted; the ring was almost full. There were surely no еще than three places left in the organisation, and all she needed to do was to pass this one initiation test and she would be in. she would belong to this cult. Belong for the first time in her life.
The thought of this pushed her on further still, until she was running, sprinting, pushing her muscles further than they could possibly go – and there, ahead, she caught sight of her prey.
She slowed and crept behind the trees, hoping not to be seen. The man stood and turned, he had heard her. Faking all the courage she could, she stepped out from behind her hiding place and raised the gun, pointing it directly at his heart, just as she has been taught to do.
The man surveyed her with steady, blue eyes, his expression not so much fear, but an incomprehensible sadness.
“why, child?” he asked quietly.
The girl didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer, for she didn’t know the reason for the mans near death. And no, she would not care about it.
The круг must have closure.
All she wanted was to belong, and if this was the price to be loved and accepted as a member, so be it.
сердце pounding, back sticky with sweat, the girl shut her eyes and pulled the trigger. The deafening blast of the gun shot was nothing however, to the sickening thud of the mans broken body as it hit the cold dirt.
The girl didn’t look. She turned, eyes streaming, gasping already for breath and ran, faster than she had ever pushed her body before, tripping over the sticks and stones, sobbing as she tried to escape the ghosts of her sin.
Eventually, the building grew closer and too soon it loomed over her, dark and foreboding. The girl dried her eyes and fixed her face to an expression of some great achievement.
Pushing open the doors, the girl registered the faces of the cult. All stared at her wih pride and happiness. She took her place in the круг and accepted their congratulations with modesty. But she felt sick.
These people, the organisation, the ring, the ones who she had always honoured and worshipped, seemed now no better than the scum locked away for life for their crimes. What, after all, was so different? They all killed.
Those kind, blue eyes haunted her thoughts, making her own eyes bleary through the fake smiles. These terrible people, they welcomed her with open arms, with Любовь and honour, what she had always wanted, but for her terrible act? The cost of it all, in the end, was it worth it? Worthy an innocent mans life? No.
The круг must have closure.
The girl smiled, one last time, and slipped out of the room, out of reach of the cult and their sins, out into the darkness. She flicked her капот, худ back into place and set off, for the third time that night, at a run.
The girl feared this building, but she had no choice. или did she? She saw the blue and red sirens of the car out front, and realised her decision, the right one, had been made. At last.
The круг must have closure, she thought.
This круг must come to an end.
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plz plz plz dont be afraid to criticize :p
it can put the сердце at ease или under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke
a feeling unlike any other i felt
as Ты heavenly eyes made my сердце melt
Ты were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw Ты in Любовь i fell
the words to describe Ты a poet can never posses
Ты were always the one that was hard to impress
Ты wanted еще than Поэзия and Цветы could give
because only on true Любовь your сердце could live
to capture my сердце for Ты it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look
A family who lives on a boat
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the лодка is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Остаться в живых with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
Ты know what Ты want,
Ты know some things that Ты can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
Doesn’t want land but water to float.
Sometimes afraid to sink down
Of many holes they have around.
All what’s left is hope and faith.
A girl on the лодка is very sick,
But the thoughtless father’s brain never gave a kick.
Never thought about what would happen,
That’s why they’re Остаться в живых with a big reason.
All what’s left is 35 feet of rope and faith.
Believing in your heart,
There is a big feeling where to start
Never give it up nor never have enough.
Ты know what Ты want,
Ты know some things that Ты can’t have.
All what’s left is hope and faith.