winkes
The thunder cracked lightning flashed, "How long will this storm last mommy?" The little girl asked. Her mom replied with only a woriied look. The person on the new had told them to get out, to run. Her family was one of the few that still remained, to ride out the storm. They thought that this warning was just a bluff, that the storm would weaken before it did any damage. They were dead wrong. The storm lasted for days, tearing and clawing at the little house, determined to remain as long as possible. Everything has a limit to it. A week after the storm had began, the house let out a sickening groan, and the roof tore off in one piece. They were now in a much worse situation. The winds got ever stronger, as the storm was seemingly endless. The wind gusted, groan like a hungry monster. Her mother knew something was wrong. She threw the girl under a mattress, and the small girl watched as the winds snatched what was left of the house, and her parents. The last thing she saw of them was two writhing silouettes. She covered her ears, and rode out what was left. Detemined to make it through.
People have so many different views. Some view life as a competition, a race to get the best status possible, while others view it as a way to express yourself. The ones who express themselves, in my opinion at least, are more free in life. They don't have the chains of popularity, and are free to love, live, and be beautiful.
She holds the platinum ring in her hand, and he stands there, nervous. She cannot believe this is happening, the world stops. She has her answer. Barely whispering, her heart speaks for her. Yes. His face lights up, and they embrace, then continue their silent walk along the pond.
Not many people deserve al they get. So many can't afford anything, yet they are more pure of heart then most of the people on this Earth. Not many deserve life. Few know how to truly use life, while others latch on to those who can use this tool. They get inside of people, destroy them from the inside out. Sabotage those who can survive. They act like leeches, sucking the will from their poor victims. Eventually, they suceed, and their victims die of the sad disease of harrassment.
A stable relantionship with my friends is what I use to remain sane. Without my friends, I would go insane, my life would fal apart and I might just die. They keep stress off of me (most of the time). They are like mental helpers. Thank you friendies!
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