"My world is devoid of hope. It's a world where all I hear is the sound of outside voices and the screams of those I kill. Where all I see is the black surface of an ocean reflecting a moon that is always a crescent, and the scarlet river that tears me in two, the river filled with the blood I have spilled. The river may not be real, but at some point, reality and imagination merge together, so bạn can no longer discern them from one another. At some point, it just won't matter anymore," Taylor whispered, resting her forehead against the spotted mirror that hung in her room.
How strange that humans thought ma cà rồng could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity bàn to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her tim, trái tim been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced bởi someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each một giây a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
How strange that humans thought ma cà rồng could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity bàn to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her tim, trái tim been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced bởi someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each một giây a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
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.
For thêm detailed descriptions, go to: link
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do bạn think?
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If bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him so.
If bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I tình yêu you,
I’ve told bạn so.
And if bạn tình yêu me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I tình yêu you,
I’ve told bạn so.
And if bạn tình yêu me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him so.
If bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him so.
If bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I tình yêu you,
I’ve told bạn so.
And if bạn tình yêu me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I tình yêu you,
I’ve told bạn so.
And if bạn tình yêu me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him so.
If bạn tình yêu him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something bạn can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something bạn can do.
what I'm nghề viết văn isn't exactly an bài viết , but I hope bạn will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever vượt qua, cross you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do bạn like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do bạn want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would bạn cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would bạn live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would bạn do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me hoặc you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason bạn never vượt qua, cross my mind is because bạn are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like bạn is because I tình yêu bạn .
*The reason I don't want bạn is because I need bạn .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if bạn left is because I would die if bạn left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for bạn is because I would die for bạn .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do bạn anything for bạn is because I would do everything for bạn .
*The reason I chose my life is because bạn are my life .
Girl; Do I ever vượt qua, cross you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do bạn like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do bạn want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would bạn cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would bạn live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would bạn do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me hoặc you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason bạn never vượt qua, cross my mind is because bạn are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like bạn is because I tình yêu bạn .
*The reason I don't want bạn is because I need bạn .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if bạn left is because I would die if bạn left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for bạn is because I would die for bạn .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do bạn anything for bạn is because I would do everything for bạn .
*The reason I chose my life is because bạn are my life .
inch bởi inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
bướm of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to tình yêu it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
