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The jury was all that there was. They were the ones to make the decision. I had no choice. I had no voice. What else could I do but go with what they chose? It's a sad life, mine. I made my choice and now they make theirs. I must live with it. They are the jury.
I couldn't stop. I was determined. This was going to go right or I would have to never show my face at school again. Ever. If I didn't do this absolutely perfect, I know I will be so ashamed. My intent is clear. I'm here to do this, no doubt. Now I just gotta do it.
He was so stubborn. That, I knew all too well. How can a young man be so willful? It's just frustrating. He does what he wants, and if you don't like, then too bad.
The god looked down upon the lowly people beneath him. He oft wondered to himself how he should let them go on to exist as they did. They didn't even recognize him, let alone give him praise. What did he get out of it? It all seemed to be some huge mistake to let them be.
I don't even know what this word means but I'll try and go for it. Sleeved. She was sleeved. He was sleeved. We all are sleeved? But I wonder what happens if you're not sleeved. Obviously you don't belong. That's kinda sad, but hey, that's the world we live in right? To be sleeved. To not be sleeved.
His wrath was inevitable. I was sorta scared to approach him. I knew that look in his eyes. He knew what I did. There was no doubt about that. The question was, how was I going to tell him? I had to tell him. I couldn't just avoid it. God. This is so hard. I don't even know...
The intersection was crowded. No where to go, four choices to choose from. One of the choices is the wrong one, another is the best, the one to the right of the best is that of the right path and the left one is a path not most choose. Which one will you pick?
The robot went down the lane to see what there was to see. He looked at the sky and saw the beautiful sun. Hills to the left and the right of him were full of grass and flowers. The place was open and vast and inspired somewhat of a musical in people who otherwise would die before they would attempt something of that nature.
I wondered what I would do when I got home. The hunger that I had since the beginning of the day was almost unbearable. My mind blank, I continued to the bus, as I looked to the sky, I saw a shape. It reminded me of something long ago...
I was so nervous. The stage was right in front of me. What could I do? I mean, I practiced and practiced. Practiced so much that I felt that I couldn't practice anymore! This one night could prove that I was somebody; that I could accomplish anything.
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