I tried, I failed_Peppermint Patty_Writer's Drift_Perseverance is Key
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I tried, I failed
There’s something. I know there’s something. This can’t be it. It can’t be it. I have dreams, you know. I wanted things from life. This is the dream? The great life I was promised, where the hell is it? I promise, I swear, I’ve looked. Where did you find yours? I can’t keep looking forever. I’m too tired, I just can’t do it. I wanted to be an astronaut. I thought the planet was pretty. I don’t even believe that anymore. They all die, astronauts. Maybe that’s why I wanted to be one. I’ve cried so many times, you need to believe me. I never stop crying. I cried in my bed last night. I cried this...
Peppermint Patty
"I've got a plan."Peppermint Patty isn't the cutest girl in fourth grade. Not even close. She is, however, a force to be reckoned with. A "rough and tumble" kind of gal. The schoolyard is her domain and she rules it like a champion. The air is brisk and the leaves are colorful on this bright Autumn day. Charlie Brown and Marcy are her best friends, but there is one girl that stops Peppermint Patty cold. Her name is Lucy. Peppermint Patty wants nothing less than putting Lucy in her place. Can she do it?Charlie Brown is a blockhead. He is nice and all that, but he is wishy-washy. He never really...
Writer's Drift
Inspired by Shakespeare, or rather by the mediocre standard of literature he currently found himself immersed in, Nathan Bixby retired to his cottage in the remote Georgian wilderness, not entirely indifferent to his own serene origins, where he contemplated the misery of fame and fortune; those peasantly folk who’d written the greatest tales of our times in a bid to acquire for themselves a touch of that force which is the insurmountable nature of inner pride, only to be deceived and instead be burdened with such a thing as unfathomable riches and inscrutable public scrutiny. Writing, then, f...
Perseverance is Key
She picks herself up off the floor where she has once again fallen flat on her face; she dusts herself off, attempts to stand tall in the face of adversity. She asks why she keeps putting herself through this when she appears destined to fail. This will be her thirteenth attempt for this day alone, unlucky for some. These legs take some getting used to. They are not her own, alien to her, they will not move the way she wants them to. Wwww.onedoor.ccilling them does not seem to work, concentrating hard just makes her more and more exhausted. Fed up, trying to manage simply a couple of steps, something we all...