A poor old lady wlks to the arc, bringing her dog along.
'Please save my dog, find him a home,
I have no money to keep him.'
A kindly man stands at the door and says very simply,
'My dear, my dear I'm sorry to say we cannot take him in.'
'There's no more room left in the arc I say,
theres no more room left in the arc
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to turn you away
because theres no more room in the arc today.'
A little old man find his way to the arc, carrying a lost puppy.
'Please keep her, I found her crying,
cyring for her lost family.'
A kindly man stands at the door and says very simply,
'My dear, my dear I'm sorry to say we cann
How can you not want to know?
Curiosity.
How can you say it's not natural?
Curiosity.
Its a powerful emoption to follow.
Curiosity.
It can lead to new ways of life.
Curiosity.
Or simply a new view on places.
Or faces.
Curiosity.
What a world, what a country,
What a city what a street.
A girl sits by the road
Sobbing uncontrollably.
Cars pass her by,
One, two, three, four,
People slow and look,
Five, six, seven, eight,
No-one stops to help.
What a world, what a country,
What a city, what a street.
That same girl is still there
Forty minutes later.
People walk by,
One, two, three, four,
People stop and ask,
Are you OK?
Five, six, seven, eight,
Its obvious shes not
Yet she says she is.
No-one questions her,
They carry on walking.
What a world, what a country,
What a city, what a street.
That young girl has run away from ho
I braced myself against the torrent,
my eyes closed tight against the rising tide.
I willed myself to hold back the water,
to stop the flow of nature.
A tear tumbled down my cheek.
I had lost the battle.
Name: Ocean Knightly
Age: 16
Ability: Disintergration
Weapon Name: General Annihilation
World: Hollow Bastion
Height: 55
Weight: 8.5st
Hair: Just past shoulder length, slightly wavy, bright blonde hair.
Eyes: A mixture of bright blue and sea green. If you look closely there are small swirls where the colours mix.
Skin: Slightly tanned to a light golden colour.
Build: Very slim
Coat: Short (waist length) beige coat with
Hot and stuffy.
No room to breathe.
Stale air.
Stuck on a train.
Tiny little space.
Four to a room,
With space for only two.
Stuck in a cabin.
Beds too narrow.
Room too short.
A window that doesnt open.
Stuffy.
Stale.
Stuck.
She writes her songs
Hoping for acceptance.
My friend whennie.
She sings her songs
Hoping for acceptance.
My friend Whennie.
She sends her songs
Hoping for acceptance.
My friend Whennie.
Her little songs,
Inspired by life.
My friend Whennie.
Someone please accept her,
Someone let her in.
My friend Whennie.
Shaking with fear,
Scared of the reaction,
Trying to tell her best friend the truth.
She takes a deep breath,
Thinks her speech through,
But all she can think of is pain.
Pain for herself,
Pain for her friend,
Tales of sorrow and suffering.
She knows she cant do it,
Not on her own,
Not without a comforting hand.
But even though that hand is there,
Resting on her shoulder,
She still feels alone.
Its takes all her courage
To say the first word,
Courage that has drained away.
Finally she says it,
Its all for the best.
Anorexic.
The world leapt.
Her stomach sank.
This was it, her final judgement.
She handed over the few sheets of paper that her life now depended on.
A small sigh escaped her as she walked away,
There was nothing she could do but pray now.
And pray she did,
She prayed for success, for one little bit of luck,
For one little favour.
The day came, the day of reckoning.
Once again the butterflies came in swarms,
Feeling as if they would fly her away,
As if they would save her the wait.
This time she collected the few sheets of paper that would decide her life,
Placed in a brown envelope they looked so harmless,
But they werent.
The bl
Everyone said you should never go back but I couldnt resist, I felt so guilty leaving that poor girl on her own, thinking it was all just a harmless game. So what if I was returning to the crime scene, a small girl wasnt something to be messed around with. I ignored my companions as I set back towards the river, their mocking voices ringing in my ears.
I pushed through the bushes bordering the river bank to find the girl, no more then five years old, sitting obediently where she had been told to, an amazingly well behaved child. One last should floated across the field behind me, beckoning me away. I hesitated for
A slow breath escaped her mistresses lungs,
The unthinkable had begun.
She sprinted forwards, the wind and rain on her face,
Her stride lengthening with every pace.
Onwards she ran until she met her foe,
Onwards until shed no-where to go.
Clawing at their limbs and faces,
Those faces that had seen so many sights, so many places.
All of a sudden she stopped her fight,
Stopped the fright,
Stopped the struggling and the fear, and saw the light.
Fighting was no use; nothing would ever come of it,
She sat on her hunches and waited for the final blow to come,
And come it did, striking her hard and fast,
She had seen the light a
In the garden barked a dog,
And over the gate whinnied a pony,
And in the mud snuffled a pig,
And by the water quacked a duck.
And in the house mewed a cat,
And on the fence chirped a bird,
And beside the well bleated a sheep,
And under the trees mooed a cow.
With all this crazy noise going on what would the neighbours think?
Well, they would think,
That in the garden was a dog,
And over the fence was a pony,
And in the mud was a pig,
And by the water was a duck.
And in the house was a cat,
And on the fence was a bird,
And beside the well was a sheep,
And under the trees was a cow.
What a perfectly normal farm.
She lay on her bed and wept,
Tears running down her cheeks,
Her sobs muffled by her pillow.
How she was dreading the day to come,
The day that was only a few hours away,
The day that she could do nothing to avoid.
She tried happy thoughts,
She tried happy music,
She tried hugging anything she could reach,
But her sadness would not waver.
Eventually she sat up,
It might have been hours later or merely minutes,
But a thought had found its way into her mind.
She would do the day that waited,
She would take the challenges it gave,
And she would succeed. Not matter what.
Nothing would stop her,
Nothing would make her falter,
She
The world leapt.
Her stomach sank.
This was it, her final judgement.
She handed over the few sheets of paper that her life now depended on.
A small sigh escaped her as she walked away,
There was nothing she could do but pray now.
And pray she did,
She prayed for success, for one little bit of luck,
For one little favour.
The day came, the day of reckoning.
Once again the butterflies came in swarms,
Feeling as if they would fly her away,
As if they would save her the wait.
This time she collected the few sheets of paper that would decide her life,
Placed in a brown envelope they looked so harmless,
But they werent.
The bl
Shaking with fear,
Scared of the reaction,
Trying to tell her best friend the truth.
She takes a deep breath,
Thinks her speech through,
But all she can think of is pain.
Pain for herself,
Pain for her friend,
Tales of sorrow and suffering.
She knows she cant do it,
Not on her own,
Not without a comforting hand.
But even though that hand is there,
Resting on her shoulder,
She still feels alone.
Its takes all her courage
To say the first word,
Courage that has drained away.
Finally she says it,
Its all for the best.
Anorexic.
She writes her songs
Hoping for acceptance.
My friend whennie.
She sings her songs
Hoping for acceptance.
My friend Whennie.
She sends her songs
Hoping for acceptance.
My friend Whennie.
Her little songs,
Inspired by life.
My friend Whennie.
Someone please accept her,
Someone let her in.
My friend Whennie.
Hot and stuffy.
No room to breathe.
Stale air.
Stuck on a train.
Tiny little space.
Four to a room,
With space for only two.
Stuck in a cabin.
Beds too narrow.
Room too short.
A window that doesnt open.
Stuffy.
Stale.
Stuck.
Name: Ocean Knightly
Age: 16
Ability: Disintergration
Weapon Name: General Annihilation
World: Hollow Bastion
Height: 55
Weight: 8.5st
Hair: Just past shoulder length, slightly wavy, bright blonde hair.
Eyes: A mixture of bright blue and sea green. If you look closely there are small swirls where the colours mix.
Skin: Slightly tanned to a light golden colour.
Build: Very slim
Coat: Short (waist length) beige coat with
I braced myself against the torrent,
my eyes closed tight against the rising tide.
I willed myself to hold back the water,
to stop the flow of nature.
A tear tumbled down my cheek.
I had lost the battle.
Favourite genre of music: anything but rap! MP3 player of choice: Anything with music on it Favourite cartoon character: Edward Elric - FMA Personal Quote: Munchkin!/Hunny-bunch! (that is what you are now!)
Oh the joys of exams... I'm not officially on study leave for my GCSE's now so DO NOT expect anything to be appearing for a month or so. (No that I've put much up recently..)
I'm pretty sure I should be stressed by now (First exam on Tuesday and it just happens to be one of the hardest!!) but for some reason im really not. Maybe I should revise more...
As much as I'm sure you enjoy my exam ramblings I do have something else to tell you about. I'm sure there are people out there that enjoy reading/writing/drawing/looking at Yaoislash so I'm here to tell you about a new site... [link]http://yaoislash.proboards81.com/index.cgi[/link]
Just the
Hey people! Just added some more stuffs for you to look at and neither of them have any sort of depression in them. OK. So the arc ones a bit sad but it's not depressed!
Saying that I've found a way to not be depressed any more! RUNNING!! (It's good fun. Honestly!)
But yeah, its a journal so I suppose I better write something vagley journal like in here...
Erm...
I'm happy... That count?
Pointless entry apart from me changing the emot at the bottom!! (Now it's gonna be stuck like that for a while..)
Whee!!
Help me! GCSE's in under three weeks!! *dies*
OK. Someone :+fav:ed me and I found this and thought 'well this just HAS to be done...'
So here it is...
OMG its a happy entry!!
1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother & father's middle name)
Jane George - nice....
2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)
Walter George - Oh god...
3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)
Wolni - WTF?!
4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Purple Dolphin - well, that coul actually be just about any animal really...
5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Sarah Harlow - Oh god no...
6. SUPER