These side affects were takeing a toll on the hero gradually wearing him down, the doctor took the hero in as his own careing for him and makeing sure he was brought up well, "Two year's have passed since that night." the hero thought to himself as he got up out of giường to start what seemed like a normal summer ngày "Boy where are bạn it's time to start work!" excalimed the old man as he knocked on his door "Eh... I hate mornings." đã đưa ý kiến the hero as he got up out of giường getting dressed to start another day. With the sun bareing down on them it seemed as if hell had found it's way to Siege "Are we almost done?" asked the hero in anoyence as he he levaraged himself on his shovel "Haha already tired boy?" laughed the old man still shoveling dirt, this was the hero's first ngày at work he was excited but little did he know it was digging graves in the blistering heat, the old man was always fond of the grave yard being he use to be a preist before he settled down, while the hero was shoveling he noticed an amulet sparkleing in the sun light underneath an old rotting cây "Hmm...? what's this?" he picked the amulet up looking it over, from what he could tell it seemed old with scratch marks on it and was all scuffed up, he stuffed it in his pocket for later. ngày turned to night it seemed they had been digging graves for eternity, walking back trang chủ from a long day's work the passed bởi his old house, "Hmm... what happened there?" asked the hero stopping for a moment "Oh that used to be some necromancer's trang chủ some people say he died in the burning so no need to worry." replied the old man continueing to his house "Oh...." the hero couldn't help but wonder who the necromancer was "Why do I get this feeling as if I have been here before?" he thought to himself noticing the old man was half way down the road "Hey, wait up!" exclaimed the hero running after the old man. Opening the door to their trang chủ they noticed a letter on the bàn "Hmm? what's this?" the old man opened the note đọc but is shocked "The....they are going to take my house away from me!" the old man started clutching his chest gasping for air "Doctor!" the hero cought the doctor before he fell to the floor "Doctor are bạn okay?" asked the hero as he looked at him seeing he had just had a tim, trái tim attack, the hero helped the old man to the giường sitting bởi his giường side all night hopeing he was going to live. Worried if the old man was going to make it through the hero felt lost, the old man took him in and showed him what it was like to have a normal life for once being a father figure to him, he clutched his fist "I....I won't let bạn die me!" exclaimed the hero thrusting his fist into the wall, the noise could be heard from a block away, the women who found the hero heard the commotion hurrying to the house worried, "Hello is is everyone okay?" asked the girl knocking on the door, the hero answered it with a depressed look on his face with tear's running done his beat red cheeks "He..." the hero stutered slightly trying to get the word's out "Who, what happened? asked the girl as she grabbed hold of the hero shakeing him "He....he didn't make it.." replied the hero as he fell to his knee's stareing at the floor as his tear's fell, "Who didn't make it?" she asked as she made her way around the house wondering where the old man was, she finally found him in giường as a cold breeze blew through her hair from the open window, she stood bởi his giường side with shivers danceing down her spine "No.... it can't be.." she đã đưa ý kiến soon as tear's rushed down her cheek as well, the hero entered the room and stood beside her "I.... couldn't do anything.." he đã đưa ý kiến clutching his fist once again. Looking at the hero tear's flowing like river she grabbed hold of him, pulling him closer as she burried herself in his chest, he wrapped his arm's around her "Heh come on now don't cry one of us has to be strong here." đã đưa ý kiến the hero as he looked at her beat red face, "... I know.... but he always took care of me." she replied stareing back at him. They headed to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp sitting down at the table, the hero began đọc the note "Dear Esher, We have reason's to suspect bạn are harboring a demon with-in you're house hold, we the town church commity are comeing to claim you're house to further investigate." the hero fell silent as his tim, trái tim began beating faster "That impossible there is no demon here... how could they even think that!" she exclaimed looking over at the hero.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded bởi my thoughts, but no people. bởi my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat bởi me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded bởi my thoughts, but no people. bởi my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat bởi me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy ngày ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven bởi two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted bởi Người sói ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Mất tích and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
hoặc have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person nghề viết văn is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). bạn use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to bạn themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to một giây person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person sách often have the most detail.
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