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red rose in the snow
Its been a long time since you have been on the battlefeild, But here you are again fighting for your country Russia,
In the Russian calavly with your horse storm.
It was snowing heavily outisde so you are glad to be in Storm's stable.
You take your horse's Saddle and place it on storm's back, "here we go all tacked up and ready for war!" you exclaimed.
you knew that this may be the end for you and storm but you hide that inside with a fake smile, "I better get myself ready now, cant go looking like this!"
You go into your room built in next to the stable and tie your ( hair colour) hair up in a messy bun, You put on your officer uniform and you grab your rifle.
Storm peered around the door and it almost seemed he whinned in approval.
The war bell's rung out so you quickly grab storms reins , place your foot in the stirrup and hoist yourself up into the saddle. Storm almost seemed excited!
You walked out of the stable and gently kicked storm till he was going at a steady tro
I Need to Clean My RoomMy mother tells me to clean up my room.
She says it's a jungle in there.
Well, that might sound a little harsh,
Except for that one private marsh,
And that tiger perched on my chair.
My father tells me to clean up my room.
He claims it looks like a pigpen.
Well, that's a rather painful dig.
He should know, I don't own a pig
Only a couple of chickens.
My sister tells me to clean up my room.
She thinks a tornado's just struck.
I'd get mad at her for her gall,
If the mess wasn't stacked so tall
It can cover up my tank truck.
My brother tells me to clean up my room.
He swears he doesn't know the place.
I would jab him between the eyes,
If I didn't look and realize
I'm lucky to have elbow space.
My dog tells me I need to clean my room,
Much as you may not believe it.
He hid his bone there yesterday,
But when he came for it today,
He never could quite retrieve it.
SenselessI've lost the power of speech,
become the dumbest of beasts.
I've been robbed of my senses,
stripped of all my defences.
Your exercise of bewitching touch
leaves me incapable even of remembering my name.
Your witchcraft has undone so much,
still you refuse to shoulder the blame.
There's so much for me to learn anew,
can I hope to learn it all from you?
FrustrationA growling of the soul,
A warning to the weary,
The final straw in precarious balance,
My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after Souls because you'll only end up with a Oracle in your heart." I never quite understood his advice until one New Years, I was gardening with my best friend Anastasia. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was translucent and spooky sounds came from deep within. Anastasia saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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