Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Crime With a Babyish Punishment
Over
all this fighting, there was one powerful being that very few
people knew about. A youthful, bright eyed, blonde haired, fairy named
Katie could be used for good or bad. She took no sides and had no accomplices.
Nobody knew her origin. Even she did not recall where she came from. She had
been residing in a Victorian style home in Wet Island but had flown away to LA
once the island fell. Katie had never had family, and it had a bad effect on
her. She looked almost exactly like a natural girl, except she had wings and
could fly. She never had any super powers at all, she was excessively powerful.
How? She had on friend in Wet Island, a brown haired boy named Jacob.
Jacob (or Jake, as Katie liked to call him.) was raised in Ancient Greece,
in the city state of Sparta. Somehow he had gotten sent into the future
and landed on Wet Island. With no way to return, he stayed there and
found Katie. At the time they were both ten years old. Fast forward
six years to the current time. Jacob had taught Katie the warfare of
the Spartans Katie had mastered it all and could fight with any type of
weapon in hand. From crossbow to the creation of nuclear missiles, she knew it
all. This alone was a complete hazard to everyone. in these six years, Katie
and Jacob had fallen in love with each other, and daily plotted on how to take
over the world. Katie's motive? Considering she was the only one left in
existence, Katie was tired of how everyone , even little
children, thought that fairies were only in fairy tales and it was stupid
to believe in them. She wanted to show the world that they were
wrong and that ONE fairy still existed, and she was not peaceful. Jacob's
motive was to bring glory to the Spartans. One fateful day, Jacob
told Katie to shove it and leave. He threatened to kill her with his
Spartan blade. In fear, Katie flew away and hid. Well, being Jacob's
accomplice was her original plan, but when he dumped her after he found
a homeless Spartan girl, she had nowhere to go. So She flew away for
the first time in six years. She also had another weapon going for her that was
more natural. She was extremely pretty and could easily seduce boys
and men alike, to do her bidding.
Friday, December 18, 2015
final day before Christmas break
I'm so excited! This is the final day till xmas break. I'm thinking about going on going on a run with a girl I know . It will be at the local lake . I have my speakers all set up for the 2 week party! Hoping to get a girl involved with the insanity. I will write a bit also. What are y'all's plans?
I run this town! |
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
When you care about someone. ( love through the eyes of a bipolar teen.)
When you care about someone,
You will wait for them,
Hide your love inside,
Till the time is right,
and you give them a ring,
In the pale moonlight,
When you care about someone,
You will be loyal and kind,
Even when the sun never shines,
When you care about someone,
Don't loose self control,
It will cause hurt,
When you care about someone,
You will keep him/her safe and strong,
You will be with him/her all along,
When you care about someone,
And they are dying,
be there by their side.
You will wait for them,
Hide your love inside,
Till the time is right,
and you give them a ring,
In the pale moonlight,
When you care about someone,
You will be loyal and kind,
Even when the sun never shines,
When you care about someone,
Don't loose self control,
It will cause hurt,
When you care about someone,
You will keep him/her safe and strong,
You will be with him/her all along,
When you care about someone,
And they are dying,
be there by their side.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Thank you Jesus ( a poem.)
I feel so weak,
I hate my body,
I would cry,
But all I do is smile,
If they only knew,
The real me,
would they even care?
But as I feel the pain,
I hear you say my name,
You let me cry on you,
My teenage tears,
They soak you,
Lord save me,
From this hell,
I hate my own life,
And want to die often,
Jesus give me the strength to carry on,
Instead of letting me end it all.
Give me strength,
To live another day.
Thank you Jesus,
For saving me,
And helping me deal,
With this disease.
I hate my body,
I would cry,
But all I do is smile,
If they only knew,
The real me,
would they even care?
But as I feel the pain,
I hear you say my name,
You let me cry on you,
My teenage tears,
They soak you,
Lord save me,
From this hell,
I hate my own life,
And want to die often,
Jesus give me the strength to carry on,
Instead of letting me end it all.
Give me strength,
To live another day.
Thank you Jesus,
For saving me,
And helping me deal,
With this disease.
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