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AfterAs everyone knows, all good things must come to an end. It is the way of the unending circle of life. This life cycle was no different on this day than any other. On this crisp September morning, morning, a maple tree stood tall, silent, and sturdy, providing shade to anyone who happened to sit underneath. It was quiet in the park, the children had played their daily during the summer were away at school, learning multiplication, spelling, and other such things that one learns in the new school year.
Yes, the park was utterly quiet, aside from the conversing birds, the robin couple arguing with the wrens about who made which nest.
The only other considerable sound was the terrible screaming. Screaming of who, you ask? Not who, but what.
The maple tree-which we previously mentioned- being a deciduous tree, had suddenly lost its grip on one of its hundreds of energy factories—or leaves, if you prefer. This certain leave had known for weeks that its unavoidable death was comin
You Were My SunshineThere, in a too clean room and in a too white bed, lied a young girl. She had very pretty brown hair and very tired brown eyes that she tried to keep open despite everything. In one hand in was a much smaller hand, in the other hand was a piece of folded paper.
Gasping, she tightened her hand, not for a second loosening her grip on the slim fingers in her palm. Sliding her right hand to her left, the young girl deposited the yellowing page in, letting the second hand clench around it. Exchanging the paper from the first hand to the second, the owner of the hand- the young girl's friend- unfolded it gently. Written on the faded slip was a collection of words:
"Hello, my darling, my sweet.
May I please twist you a tale?
Do not worry, it shall be neat;
I can promise you that, at least.
Before I get started,
Let me ask you one thing.
Oh, my darling, my dear, my sweet;
Have you seen the invisible rain?
I know you have painted with
The colors of the wind.
That you have weaved your quilts
Full CircleThe End. The two most powerful words in a writer's arsenal...
But what do they really mean?
It concludes things, it wraps them up, it sums up the entirety of your words. When it all comes tumbling down in an exuberant crescendo of tumultuous recompense...
But it also indicates when the story is over. When the expected actually happens, and things continue on in their natural order... Whatever that order may be is up to the reader. Left to dream, in a nexus, full of dying carbon stars...
That doesn't mean nothing ever happens after that point, it simply means there are no more interesting things to tell those who are viewing the unchained shaded events. Everything after that will be normal, and boring and expected and blah and perchance even blaze'. Business as usual. Nothing more and no less.
What can you do to spice it up? Nothing... Short of writing an entire sequel, that is.
Maybe it was time things came full circle.
And one more thing... I have found the
Tines for the studentsYou were in class when the teacher hands every one a human she said you can do what ever u want with the human but no killing them so what we'll you do with your human girl/boy
Mystery islandYou were on a airplane with one of your friends when they pan had to land on some island and once it landed every one got out. That's when every one realizes that's everything is huge. What we'll you do
1) find a place to hide
2) find a giant
3) switch your the giant
If your the giant
You were walking one day when you see a tiny airplane landing what we'll u do
1) go see it
2) find a mate
3) make them your slaves
18+ is allowed but no killing my oc
Shrunken at a gymYou got shrunk at a women's/ men's gym what we'll u do
Anything can happen 18+ is allowed if wanted
Lost Have you ever been lost? And I don’t mean you're in the supermarket and you can’t find your mum. I mean really, really proper lost. You’re walking down the hallway of your school, heading on your normal route to your next normal class running your hand normally along the lockers as you normally do when you suddenly realize, you’re lost. You realize that these people all around you, while you recognize their faces, and could probably even list off some of their names, are total strangers. You notice that these halls that you’ve walked a thousand times and will very well probably walk a thousand more are completely foreign to you. You can feel the cold metal of the lockers and while you know that you’ve felt it before, it seems brand new. You know that it is your hand touching the lockers and while you know that it is there, you also know that you did not put it there. Have you ever been lost? So lost that you can stare into the fac
thingswhen things go bad. its not fun. you feel out in the cold. like theres no-one to help you, rather like you're falling and cannot do anything, even worse, theres no-one to help you. no rope, no net to catch you. just helpless falling. its worse though, when you can see someone else falling away, away fron you, and you cannot help them. you cant put out a net. its either not possible or you just have to leave them too it. thats the worst. i hate leaving people to fall to their death. and all you can do is watch. just watch them fall, away, away.
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