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I GIVE UP. This counts as revision, right. There once was a little white horse, Snowy and plain white; of course. All night he would play, Chewing bundles of hay, No sign of regret or remorse.
Tears aside, I got up from my knees and decided to venture out of the alley. I need to get a grip, just because I don't know who I am doesn't mean I am a wuss. Food.
Took a plunge, got alive today. Shot. Fell too short, let his eyes blink. He died. Thought He had really been known. He had not. Slapped so hard, still rings next to eye. He can't believe it.
After everything that I done to get to where I was I didn't feel as though deserved anything except a death sentence.
A true story... "Best you don't tell anyone, it'll be a secret-mine & yours.
In my chest are pins and needles, My hands and feet are painfully numb. My mouth is sewn tightly shut, Stopping the words upon my tongue. My eyes, I'd rather were blind, My heart is split in two.
6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
The water is pushing me down and I cant breathe. I huff and blow but its no use. I cough and splutter and fill my cheeks with air. I am frozen and I lose my strength. I am winded, I can't breathe.
In a dim lit room, down the back of a shady bar a certain stench filled the air of cigars and whisky.
A quick dance under a burning tree, On the blackened glass we leap. One foot leaves the ground, The next one hits, and round. Tango our way, as we move, Hearts beating as one, in tune.
It was a light; simple. A blinding, pulsating ball of light shone straight into my eyes, reflecting a bloody, scarlet beam at the dark cave wall.
I cry every night now. Screaming for Mama to rescue me.
'Neath a sterile grey sky On a cold Thursday night. You shot me down, in flames I fell, crashing to the colder ground. I had a message to deliver -time critical - had to get there intact.
Lurking in the forest are bright eyes, two ears and a tail. The leader of the pack the proud and dominant alpha male.
All I see is multicoulered lights, and also some disgusting sights, Friends dance on the dancefloor, While I sit here all alone and poor.
So I lay down my head. Done for today, over the hills and far away. So tired from the battle, could as well be dead. All the pigs, the snakes, the flowers and the trees.
I look over at Hetro who had been restrained by two people, and when I look back two people are taking my arms, a little less forcefully, so I cannot react.
There was something in the air, like a calm before the storm, like the charge before the lightning, silence, from which, thunders born. It was the Fimbulwinter, the prelude to the end.
"Don't worry girl, You'll be fine. All you need Is a little time." Although that was A complete lie. The pills he gave me Almost made me die. I was allergic, But he didn't care.
After reading cathing fire I have come to the conclusion that trilogy books that set out to be a trilogy are often a little slow.
Cyanide kiss and you drown in your drug, Restless sleep, your heart pumps gold blood And your lips turn blue. I watch you sleep and give you your air. Warm oceans rock you and sharks swim close by.
I vanquished the last dragon. The village was tormented. Houses burned and crops would not grow in the blasted ground. The domestic animals had been turned to ash. People were starving.
My heart skipped a beat. He was there, right in front of me.
Four years have past. Four years since the night that changed my life forever. Everything that ever meant anything to me; my home, my friends, my family: all gone.