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Smallest Creature~Ch. 1~ A warrior fanfic Dawn patrol... who ever thought of such a mousebrain idea must have hated the thought of sleep. I mean, if you want to sleep that should mean that enemies and such would want some sleep too, right? "Beetlepelt!" A sharp voice broke through fog in my mind.More Like This
Only one of my pale greens opened, and saw that a reddish cream colored tabby she-cat was nose to nose with me. "Beetlepelt, I am not kidding this time. You will go on dawn patrol!" She began to nag in a low threating tone. Russetdapple has been nagging like that since we were kits... Luckily that means I know how to over come such annoyance. I let out a large yawn in her face.
She i
MY FIRST COWBOY STORY:So today me and another wrangler had to go catch a Llama we got on one of the pastures and we reckoned to lure it in with a bucket of grain. So I was handed the bucket and I just figured I would hold it on my thigh while i rode my horse...More Like This
So I go ahead and start my horse off to the gate and I lead him to trot.. well I reckon the sound of the grain shaking in the bucket spooked him because he instantly galloped and jerked around.. I tried to keep the bucket but I dropped it and tried to get control of my horse... well nothing is changing while I'm pulling on the reigns so I'm thinking, "....well what do I do from here?.... I guess get off?" So I figured I would just pull one of those.. you know: you bail out of the car in an action movie? But while I decided my horse pulled right and bailed for me. So by the time I hit the ground and get back up my horse is like 50 feet away grazing like nothing happened and.. I guess I can't see because im dazed and in shock from the impact... so I ge
Chocolate milkWake up before the sun,More Like This
Much to do today.
Gotta get my first glass chocolate milk of the day.
Hey, it's not about how or what your education is.
It depends on how you use it.
Family drama seems to vary,
Depending on the day of the week.
I need another cup of that chocolate milk.
Maybe I'll get my homework done.
If I don't get distracted first.
Then I'll end my day on the last cup of chocolate milk.
Flaws and AllThere's so much to do.More Like This
Things that need to get done.
Things that I should have done long ago.
Procrastination is my name.
But don't worry,
those things will get done...
Tomorrow.
They say I'll mature with age,
but I'm already 18.
Childhood hasn't ended yet.
All these flaws make me, me.
I'm not perfect, neither are you.
So let's smile together.
Flaws and all.
The Longest Walk - A Poem to Elizabeth EkfordThis is the longest walk that has ever beenMore Like This
Why must they yell and berate?
Is it just because of the tone of my skin?
How does one’s pigment cause so much hate?
Should I just give up and turn away?
Or should I just stop and let them shout?
No, I must move forward and never stray,
For equality is what this is all about.
So I will trudge onward, because I know I am right
My conscious tells me so.
I will show the world that I have the might
To stand for what I already know.
That all men and women are created equally
And that one’s skin color does not reflect one’s soul.
That no matter how long this walk may be,
Equality in
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanMore Like This
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
Falling down
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.
BlindIt is aMore Like This
crushing sadness -
crushing, consuming
as a fire
in the spirit,
smothered by
black autumn leaves
in the snow -
it smolders so.
No fire
No flame
Just stale smoke,
curling
its fingers
into blind eyes
until
it dies.
So that
I do not care
if the stars
shine at night
or the bare
winter branches
tattoo their design
upon my door...
Just unreal
sounds-
must abound
in solitude,
in silence,
in darkness...
Sta.sh
