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I watched nature all my life noticing it more than others around me it comferts me when I think of it this way
The burning is spreading! It went from my hands to my arms and then down my back. The bright red flames shoots out of my fingertips to the father I once loved. They wouldnβt stop no matter how much I try. Screaming erupts in my ear. I turn toward my mother and the flames engulf her. I hear my younger sisters screaming at me to stop. But I couldnβt. My rage toward my father fuels the fire. My sisters pull on my arms, trying to get the flames away from our mother. I scream at them to let go or
This is a short poem/poetry. I mean real short. Anyways, this was created to introduce another side of fire. Most poetry/poems base fire of of desire, but I thought what if I wrote something that based off of fire trying to love the water. We all know the chance of that is kinda zero, but it's really heart touching. Enjoy!
This is a Short story i wrote about 4, 5 years ago as a English assignment in high school. I apologize if the grammar is butchered, and the spelling is bad first story i had ever written, it is also unedited. I am open to postive criticism.
"What does a name matter anymore? Everything I had was taken from me. Everybody is gone, dead. Even death couldn't end my suffering. The only thing I have left is this draw, a need to find the sea, and whatever lies within its waters." "What will it take to get there?" Briccio asked fighting the strange tired feeling in his head. "The masters themselves will not keep me from where I am headed. I will leave the bodies of anyone who stands in my way behind me." Life
I watched nature all my life noticing it more than others around me it comferts me when I think of it this way
The burning is spreading! It went from my hands to my arms and then down my back. The bright red flames shoots out of my fingertips to the father I once loved. They wouldnβt stop no matter how much I try. Screaming erupts in my ear. I turn toward my mother and the flames engulf her. I hear my younger sisters screaming at me to stop. But I couldnβt. My rage toward my father fuels the fire. My sisters pull on my arms, trying to get the flames away from our mother. I scream at them to let go or
This is a short poem/poetry. I mean real short. Anyways, this was created to introduce another side of fire. Most poetry/poems base fire of of desire, but I thought what if I wrote something that based off of fire trying to love the water. We all know the chance of that is kinda zero, but it's really heart touching. Enjoy!
This is a Short story i wrote about 4, 5 years ago as a English assignment in high school. I apologize if the grammar is butchered, and the spelling is bad first story i had ever written, it is also unedited. I am open to postive criticism.
"What does a name matter anymore? Everything I had was taken from me. Everybody is gone, dead. Even death couldn't end my suffering. The only thing I have left is this draw, a need to find the sea, and whatever lies within its waters." "What will it take to get there?" Briccio asked fighting the strange tired feeling in his head. "The masters themselves will not keep me from where I am headed. I will leave the bodies of anyone who stands in my way behind me." Life