Nature is still standing with open arms to give us shelter. We cannot understand why is it doing so even if we are destroying it.
That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She сказал(-а) "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems Ты want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she сказал(-а) and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " Эй, what are Ты doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to Ты ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i can't play.." "okay now shut up, if Ты are going to study this much you'll become spectacle holder and then Ты will not get your job..." everyone chuckled and then looked at me if they want me there. " well ok I am coming but I'll.... nothing" I wanted to say that i will play for only half an час but i stopped coz i didn't want them to make fun of me. While going downstairs I thought who am I? A future fighter pilot who wants to die in war или a peace lover person who wanna save nature.... или am i that who is different from others and alone in crowd... My mind was confused... but then again wind came and whispered in my ears " it is your choice all yours.. Ты what Ты have to do and what Ты want to do... your war would be war for peace.. secure yourself then you'll be able to secure me." and then throwing away all my hesitation i ran freely and сказал(-а) to me " I am wind free, careless или responsible, ignored but yet important" And from then i know my choice......
That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She сказал(-а) "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems Ты want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she сказал(-а) and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " Эй, what are Ты doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to Ты ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i can't play.." "okay now shut up, if Ты are going to study this much you'll become spectacle holder and then Ты will not get your job..." everyone chuckled and then looked at me if they want me there. " well ok I am coming but I'll.... nothing" I wanted to say that i will play for only half an час but i stopped coz i didn't want them to make fun of me. While going downstairs I thought who am I? A future fighter pilot who wants to die in war или a peace lover person who wanna save nature.... или am i that who is different from others and alone in crowd... My mind was confused... but then again wind came and whispered in my ears " it is your choice all yours.. Ты what Ты have to do and what Ты want to do... your war would be war for peace.. secure yourself then you'll be able to secure me." and then throwing away all my hesitation i ran freely and сказал(-а) to me " I am wind free, careless или responsible, ignored but yet important" And from then i know my choice......
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The день ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her сердце sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her сердце was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no еще pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The день ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her сердце sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her сердце was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no еще pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Письмо this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 год old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 год old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 год on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave Главная and find help herself.
So yeah, if Ты liked this, please Комментарий and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 год old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 год old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 год on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave Главная and find help herself.
So yeah, if Ты liked this, please Комментарий and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure Любовь was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from день to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Любовь was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and сердце full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be молоко and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Любовь was still there, that pure Любовь that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Любовь was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure Любовь was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from день to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Любовь was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and сердце full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be молоко and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Любовь was still there, that pure Любовь that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Любовь was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He сказал(-а) kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think Ты will"
I сказал(-а) sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas Ты cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He сказал(-а) kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think Ты will"
I сказал(-а) sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas Ты cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.