Believe me. I am me. I am human and so is Michael Jackson or any other celeb you guys like. I feel different now or so but hey, I can still be the same ^^. Apparently, I am just 13, an hope to dream on to lead to my dream come true :P (that was corny ..)
| o o o | (___) | o o | (___) ---------------------- The city. Day 1 //cross that. Day 2 it is// GFTD (goals for the day) -making toads --- //not roads, it is toads// The crew is working on it.
The teacher slammed the stack of books on the edge of the desk, causing a thumping book to echo through the room. It was just her and the desk and a stack of books. Of course I was there.
A rather nervous boy approached Sylvia, the fashion wiz. But he had no knowledge that she was a descriptive queen.... "Hey, I am going to audition, how do I look?" asked the boy.
"CAN YOU REALLY GO TO BED MISTA. DO I HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. SHOULD I BATH IN MUD TO GET YOU TO SLEEP.
"Bubble Bubble Soil and rubble Breads crumble And cauldron trouble" chanted the amateur cooking witch Her cat had stared, name little Mitch "Add a dash of mud And a drop of condensed grub Then...
(Caution: 722 words)(So plz comment at least xD) She went off to the town for a mission, code name: DAMWIAD (Don't Ask Me What I Am Doing).
His grin was weird. Wearing a heavy jacket, and sunglasses at evening, Ali looked like a complete idiot. "Wanna avenge?" he shot. "Well, maybe." it was awkward. He was never like this.
(Caution: Non Rhyming poem) Its itching My itchy hair I would feel the itchy monster to be killed in my hair I'll add some water More Even more Oh it still itches We need moisture Healing...
I enter the school steadily. Life was never the same since bullies came to the school. You get a wedgie, an atomic one or any other one. Pranks. Oh they are great at it. Amazing.
The car sped through the city. Mr. Immalatekid was getting late again. He was speeding and speeding.
When you get addicted, it's hard to overcome it. The thought about it would fly through the mind as though it were the patrol to make sure of the thought.
"In Opuss, words are power"-Anonymouse :p.
A review of Anonymouse: He is an awesome kid who is awesome. He is not known...yet known and wishes to invade you. Why. Well that's the great part. He likes to invade you and deter minds to his way.
I want candy. Yes I do.
"How boring!" one remarks at the lecture while yawning. The lecture could easily bore you and anyway half of the listeners were in the mood of sleep.
(@earthbound). I was looking up and down. I saw a post by Earthbound. It was her from another dimension. Where they called her Casper eee-laaa-vun. Look at the masterpiece.
Take the time rhyme and rhyme For once it over Imma gonna take ya lower Tee Hee friend It ain't the end Morals go in variety So stick to literacy I'll keep to the beat Battling the Arabian heat Say...
"This is unbelievable!" cried a girl. "Totally!" cried another. The excitement was big enough that it could be heard from the boys classroom. "Damn. This is horrible!" groaned a boy "Yup.
I skated towards the main street. Whiz I went. Oh yeah. I was enthusiastic. My parents were so wrong. I jump. Made it. It's awesome. Look. My mates will never catch up. *speeds* Woot.
I have written it. Made bit by bit. In the honour to. Say thank you. Whoever helped. 0r knelt. Or kept a promise. Is deserving of a thank. This may not rhyme. But heck it's for you.
A: stop making poems!. B: why. A: cuz I said so B: no you did not </sarcasm> A: but I did. B: see this is a poem A: it doesn't rhyme. B: they don't need to A: why you...I want stories.
Jump and hop Slide and drop Sleep and slop And once again, hop. Now slip and slide Jump and glide Run and ride And once again slide.
•sequel to "If the world would listen"• Mr.Keel: Hey victims. Welcome to "I will keel U". We will showcase amazing things to hear. Enough that ought to keel fun.
"My days never flew like the wind" I couldn't stop the eternal thoughts off my mind. So yeah, it was just something.
"Am I evil?" I took a glance at them. How could I stare. First, it looks like a horror movie. Second, I can't stop to help. I dashed, slid, flew the air, and thought.
" I know I was crazy" I tied me laces and dusted my shirt. I passed training, finally. The speaker boomed out the instructions for the annual Temple Run.
Presenter: Hey kids and welcome to the world radio. While we introduce you to our excellent choices to hear at a desired time, a special person is on his way to the station.
I wrote something. Yay. Or no yay. What you say little brother. Too bad the write of free could be over--unless it rests in my case. "lulz" was a rather decent reply if slang was deeply concerned.
I say hi. Omg, it's a plane. We are gonna die. Noooooo. Hey, I got it. *jumps into portal* Where am I. 0_o. Oh I know. It's the locker room. Wait, I don't have a locker room...darn you.