Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the Назад month.He had Остаться в живых his job there.
2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came Главная one night from the pub and got into постель, кровати Далее to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped out of the bed."Who are you?'' asked the man."You aren't my wife."Actually the man had accidentally gone into his neighbour's house.The neighbour had left the back door open as she was waiting for her husband to come home.
3.Helpful Совет of the week
An Italian was driving along the motorway when his cousin phoned him on his mobile.He told him to drive еще slowly,because the police were waiting a few kilometres ahead to catch drivers who were going too fast.The driver slowed down,but two kilometres later the police stopped him and gave him a fine.They had seen him using his mobile phone while he was driving.
4.Animal story of the week
Nurse Katie Parfitt from Manchester couldn't understand why her cat was behaving so strangely.The cat came home,attacked her bed,and then jumped on her plate while she was having her dinner.Then it fell asleep and began snoring.The Далее день when she spoke to her neighbour the mystery was solved.The neighbour had seen it earlier that evening in the local pub.One of the customers had дана it a drink of rum.Luckily,it has not become an alcolholic!
5.Honest citizen of the week
A man in Baltimore was arrested last week when he tried to become a policeman.When he filled in his application form for the job,he answered "yes" to the question,"Have Ты ever committed a crime?"When they questioned him,the man admitted he had stolen a car a few months before and he had robbed five people in Texas.
6.Romatic hero of the week
The passengers on a German bus were amazed when their driver suddenly stopped the bus,got out,and began hitting a man who was making a phone call in a public phone box.First,the bus driver hit the man twice.Then the other man hit the bus driver very hard with the phone.The passengers were left sitting in the bus,and the bus driver was taken to hospital-he had discovered the день before that his wife was having an affair with the man in the phone box.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the Назад month.He had Остаться в живых his job there.
2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came Главная one night from the pub and got into постель, кровати Далее to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped out of the bed."Who are you?'' asked the man."You aren't my wife."Actually the man had accidentally gone into his neighbour's house.The neighbour had left the back door open as she was waiting for her husband to come home.
3.Helpful Совет of the week
An Italian was driving along the motorway when his cousin phoned him on his mobile.He told him to drive еще slowly,because the police were waiting a few kilometres ahead to catch drivers who were going too fast.The driver slowed down,but two kilometres later the police stopped him and gave him a fine.They had seen him using his mobile phone while he was driving.
4.Animal story of the week
Nurse Katie Parfitt from Manchester couldn't understand why her cat was behaving so strangely.The cat came home,attacked her bed,and then jumped on her plate while she was having her dinner.Then it fell asleep and began snoring.The Далее день when she spoke to her neighbour the mystery was solved.The neighbour had seen it earlier that evening in the local pub.One of the customers had дана it a drink of rum.Luckily,it has not become an alcolholic!
5.Honest citizen of the week
A man in Baltimore was arrested last week when he tried to become a policeman.When he filled in his application form for the job,he answered "yes" to the question,"Have Ты ever committed a crime?"When they questioned him,the man admitted he had stolen a car a few months before and he had robbed five people in Texas.
6.Romatic hero of the week
The passengers on a German bus were amazed when their driver suddenly stopped the bus,got out,and began hitting a man who was making a phone call in a public phone box.First,the bus driver hit the man twice.Then the other man hit the bus driver very hard with the phone.The passengers were left sitting in the bus,and the bus driver was taken to hospital-he had discovered the день before that his wife was having an affair with the man in the phone box.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the секунды of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Ты should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Ты do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three еще seconds, gone, like that,
Did Ты use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these секунды in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the секунды of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Ты should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Ты do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three еще seconds, gone, like that,
Did Ты use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these секунды in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the холм, хилл
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the холм, хилл
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Эмо сука die, bitchy whore. That last Комментарий doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first Kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it сказал(-а) Розы are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if Ты want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Любовь Ты Janet. I don't know who wrote Ты Любовь poem rhyme thing but I Любовь Ты too!
Is It True Ты Lie?
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were огонь red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not by blood, then by what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, Ты ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Письмо in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a розовый рубашка and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Ты have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Ты wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Ты have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Ты wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.