Who's that girl, raking my leaves
LEAVOS
LEAVOS
LEAVOS
LEAVOS
LEAVOS
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
This is a exerpt from the story I'm writing. It's really awesome:
Chapter 1: The Recently Deceased
Sirens blared outside. What was going on? She looked down to where an unconscious body lay. Dead maybe? She examined it more closely. Suddenly, she understood. She backed away quickly, slamming her back against the wall. She felt dizzy, she couldn't keep herself up. She was dead. The words played in her head, driving her to the brink of insanity. She absentmindedly knelt to her own dead body. Last she could remember, she was brushing her teeth. It was around 9:00ish last she had checked, and she had spit her toothpaste out. She glanced down in the sink and saw bloody toothpaste. So then she must've spit out bloody toothpaste, then she fell over dead? The more she thought about it, the more curious it became in her mind. The sirens screamed in her ear. They were just outside, now. She looked down into her own sweet face, and started to cry. She cried big, hot tears that rolled of her own face, and splashed on her dead body's face. Crying never fixed anything, she told herself. She had heard that one way too many times from her parents. Her parents . . . She cried even harder than before. Then she saw something that made her stop abruptly. Well, what she really saw was nothing, but that nothing was a significant something to her. She had looked into the bathroom mirror, and where her body should've been, she saw the wall behind her. She was . . . a ghost! Or something of the sort. Ghosts were for little kids. She thought of herself as a spirit. Now that sounded better. Yes, she told herself proudly, I am a spirit. She wondered why she was there and not in Heaven. Was this afterlife perhaps? Nah, she thought, she was sent there for a mission. She could feel it in her bones, if she had any. Her mind then wandered to her death. Why did she die? Then there also was the toothpaste slowly sliding down the drain. The thought just popped into her head and sent her flying back against the wall a second time. She had been murdered.
There is a TON more, but I got tired of typing so I hoped you all enjoyed and if you did, tell me on the comments!
Chapter 1: The Recently Deceased
Sirens blared outside. What was going on? She looked down to where an unconscious body lay. Dead maybe? She examined it more closely. Suddenly, she understood. She backed away quickly, slamming her back against the wall. She felt dizzy, she couldn't keep herself up. She was dead. The words played in her head, driving her to the brink of insanity. She absentmindedly knelt to her own dead body. Last she could remember, she was brushing her teeth. It was around 9:00ish last she had checked, and she had spit her toothpaste out. She glanced down in the sink and saw bloody toothpaste. So then she must've spit out bloody toothpaste, then she fell over dead? The more she thought about it, the more curious it became in her mind. The sirens screamed in her ear. They were just outside, now. She looked down into her own sweet face, and started to cry. She cried big, hot tears that rolled of her own face, and splashed on her dead body's face. Crying never fixed anything, she told herself. She had heard that one way too many times from her parents. Her parents . . . She cried even harder than before. Then she saw something that made her stop abruptly. Well, what she really saw was nothing, but that nothing was a significant something to her. She had looked into the bathroom mirror, and where her body should've been, she saw the wall behind her. She was . . . a ghost! Or something of the sort. Ghosts were for little kids. She thought of herself as a spirit. Now that sounded better. Yes, she told herself proudly, I am a spirit. She wondered why she was there and not in Heaven. Was this afterlife perhaps? Nah, she thought, she was sent there for a mission. She could feel it in her bones, if she had any. Her mind then wandered to her death. Why did she die? Then there also was the toothpaste slowly sliding down the drain. The thought just popped into her head and sent her flying back against the wall a second time. She had been murdered.
There is a TON more, but I got tired of typing so I hoped you all enjoyed and if you did, tell me on the comments!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Epitaff is a form of poetry that is meant for gravestones. They are not really used and they are funny:
Here lies Mayor Ryan
He said he didn't drink
He was lyin'
Here lies Mayor Ryan
If your drinkin'
He's buyin'
Hey lies Annabeth Grive
Let's hope she learned her lesson
To never mess with a bee hive
Here lies Scott Walker
A worthless piece of crap
We booted him out of office
Cause he wouldn't shut his trap
Here lies Mayor Ryan
He said he didn't drink
He was lyin'
Here lies Mayor Ryan
If your drinkin'
He's buyin'
Hey lies Annabeth Grive
Let's hope she learned her lesson
To never mess with a bee hive
Here lies Scott Walker
A worthless piece of crap
We booted him out of office
Cause he wouldn't shut his trap
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Thursday, December 29, 2011
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