Okay, I know I have been nghề viết văn a lot of Edgar cơm, gạo Burroughs related stories and concepts, but in Spring and Summer, I get oddly obsessed with Tarzan and hippies, and I don't know why. Lol! Anyway, I'm making a story. very Tarzan related, but thêm modern and updated. WARNING AND NOTICE: I AM NOT PLAGERISING EDGAR cơm, gạo BURROUGHS!!! This is my own version of what he wrote, except for a few changes: 1) The jungle man's name will not be Tarzan 2) The jungle will not have any villages hoặc villagers nearby. I want it to seem like he's never seen an actual person before. 3) The female character won't have the name Jane. Also, her character will be a goth/hippie rebellious type, not a proper English red haired girl from the 18-1900's (like in the Disney film) hoặc a blond girl from the 18-1900's. This will be my version, and I will put up poles, so bạn guys can vote and help me out on this story! It's going to be shorter than Darkness Within Me, but longer than the other one I'm working on, so thanks for helping and I hope bạn like the story that I work on soon. May bạn all have a fantastic Friday and are very excited for Easter tiếp theo weekend! :)!
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are thiên thần who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to di chuyển on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before bạn can say “Thank you” hoặc “I tình yêu you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They Kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are thiên thần who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to di chuyển on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before bạn can say “Thank you” hoặc “I tình yêu you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They Kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.