Free at last._story time_Where Have You Come From_Some Heroes Read Books
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Free at last.
How do I say this story? Ah, yes ( chuckles) where have I seen this? Why can't I place my finger on it? It happened exactly like this. It is exactly like this thawww.onedoor.cct I die...I recall now. But was it a dream? Or perhaps it was vision. "...and the forsaken shall be burned to death." That is what the banner reads, I know I've seen it somewhere… I never listened to anyone's advice. I was ruthless in my own way now I see the consequences. This is how my day started. Let me tell you about it, listen carefully so you may learn."Harris, there is nothing to eat. The children are sick!" Hilary came to me ...
story time
It was 8:30. It was time for story time the grandmother sat on the edge on Eden's bed. " Now today's story is about a little girl" said the grandma. Once there was a little girl and her dream was to become famous. she would sing and put on shows for the neighborhood. she loved it. One day after one of her small show's a man walked up to her. He said that she was phenomenal and a wonder. a few days after she was on the front page of the newspaper. She was so happy. her dream was coming true. Then she became a teenager. Her dream's changed. She wanted to become a teacher and live a simple life n...
Where Have You Come From
The dark angry clouds rolled across the sky covering everything in their shadows. They hung so low to the ground that it seemed like one could touch them if they only reached up. The wind that had been constantly blowing came to a halt as the last rays of sun were covered by the dark clouds. In the stillness that followed darkness engulfed the land. With everything bathed in the darkness the clouds nothing looked the same. Trees that had stood so tall and beautiful above the earth had turned into looming nightmares. Beautiful pools of water that had been so full of life and light were n...
Some Heroes Read Books
Above my desk, two sentences loomed over me. They had been painted in my bedroom before I was even born; it was the one thing I wasn’t allowed to change in the room. According to my parents, these two sentences were my destiny. “At seventeen, this young hero will save the world. At twenty-one, she will be mourned by all for she will die a legend.” My seventeenth birthday was tomorrow. I was pretty sure my parents were conducting a psychological experiment. So far it hadn’t pushed me to greatness. Too clumsy to play soccer or any activity that required outstanding coordi...