Prologue
I have always hated how we never seem to change. Our town has been the same size since, well, since forever. Never changing, just remaining quaint and familiar. Some people don’t like to come here because they say we make our selves sound too innocent. To me, innocence is that last thing that is Sleepy Hollow. If we were innocence, then my story would have no meaning. And without meaning, there would be no story. I will admit that tu may find it to be sad o empty, so I don’t blame tu if tu want to set it down, and never look at it again. Believe me, if only I could set it off in a corner somewhere to collect dust, I would. But I need to get to the point. I was simple, plain, beautiful, but plain. And my life turned around completely the día he came to town. And he was Icahbod Crane.
Chapter 1.
I walk down the streets, wishing that somehow, when I get to town, that it won’t be the same. That something will be out of place. Just a rock on the wrong side of the road would do me justice. But it is silly of me to wish for things that will never come true. The town is like its name. Sleepy, a perfect description.
I start to see the plain buildings ahead of me. And hear the faint bustle of people shopping and laughing, about the most boring things. I know that we have all heard Mrs. Kueper’s chicken story, enough times. But it has seemed to have been the only piece of gossip around here for years now. I know that behind her back, Brom used to laugh about her cattiness. But even he has now grown tired of it.
I see now that I have reached the village, and I take my first step into town. A wave of plainness washes over me. Like a veil being draped over a coffin.
I pass the little Blacksmith shop, and feel the soft rush of hot air. siguiente is the small inn that houses six people and can only board one. A silly idea to call it an inn to me. Now I see the Bakery, my destination. When my mother died, my father made me take over all her work, and I have been doing it ever since. And the first thing she would do, was go to the Bakery.
I stop to smell the aroma coming from the open windows, then I step inside and walk to the small counter.
“Hello Katrina!” The friendly old cook greets me. “What can I get for tu today?” He smiles as though he has something to live for. Even though I know he is secretly miserable.
“Just the usual.” I smile in response.
He steps back and grabs two loaves of oat bread, six muffins and a cinnamon biscuit.
“I only need the pan de molde, pan and muffins, Baker Schepper.” I try to sound polite as possible, without also making a funny face. Apparently I do that a lot.
“Oh, I know. The galleta is a gift. tu have a long walk inicial from here.” He winks and hands me the breads in a neat little package.
“Well, thank you.” I smile, and start to pick up the bread, but someone swoops in behind me and picks it up before I can even say something.
“I’ll get that for you.” Brom says after he lifts up the food.
I turn and he flashes me a smile. Then he nods to Baker Schepper, and walks me out the door.
“Hello, Bro-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Why didn’t tu tell me tu were coming into town today?” He then walks us around a corner and sets the packages on the ground.
“Well, I thought that I would-” But before I can finish my sentence, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“Brom,” I pull away. “We’re in town. tu can’t kiss me like that here.” I look at him but see no change of idea in his face.
“Why not? No one can see us back here.” He smiles and pulls me in again, but I speak before he can kiss me.
“If tu ever want my father to allow me to marry you, then tu need to be más sophisticated with me when were around all our friends and neighbors.”
This suddenly changes his mind and he lets me go, and picks the packages back up.
“So, can I walk tu home?” He smiles sweetly, and I know he got the message.
“I’m sure Father won’t mind.” I place my hand on his arm and we head back towards the farm.
I have always hated how we never seem to change. Our town has been the same size since, well, since forever. Never changing, just remaining quaint and familiar. Some people don’t like to come here because they say we make our selves sound too innocent. To me, innocence is that last thing that is Sleepy Hollow. If we were innocence, then my story would have no meaning. And without meaning, there would be no story. I will admit that tu may find it to be sad o empty, so I don’t blame tu if tu want to set it down, and never look at it again. Believe me, if only I could set it off in a corner somewhere to collect dust, I would. But I need to get to the point. I was simple, plain, beautiful, but plain. And my life turned around completely the día he came to town. And he was Icahbod Crane.
Chapter 1.
I walk down the streets, wishing that somehow, when I get to town, that it won’t be the same. That something will be out of place. Just a rock on the wrong side of the road would do me justice. But it is silly of me to wish for things that will never come true. The town is like its name. Sleepy, a perfect description.
I start to see the plain buildings ahead of me. And hear the faint bustle of people shopping and laughing, about the most boring things. I know that we have all heard Mrs. Kueper’s chicken story, enough times. But it has seemed to have been the only piece of gossip around here for years now. I know that behind her back, Brom used to laugh about her cattiness. But even he has now grown tired of it.
I see now that I have reached the village, and I take my first step into town. A wave of plainness washes over me. Like a veil being draped over a coffin.
I pass the little Blacksmith shop, and feel the soft rush of hot air. siguiente is the small inn that houses six people and can only board one. A silly idea to call it an inn to me. Now I see the Bakery, my destination. When my mother died, my father made me take over all her work, and I have been doing it ever since. And the first thing she would do, was go to the Bakery.
I stop to smell the aroma coming from the open windows, then I step inside and walk to the small counter.
“Hello Katrina!” The friendly old cook greets me. “What can I get for tu today?” He smiles as though he has something to live for. Even though I know he is secretly miserable.
“Just the usual.” I smile in response.
He steps back and grabs two loaves of oat bread, six muffins and a cinnamon biscuit.
“I only need the pan de molde, pan and muffins, Baker Schepper.” I try to sound polite as possible, without also making a funny face. Apparently I do that a lot.
“Oh, I know. The galleta is a gift. tu have a long walk inicial from here.” He winks and hands me the breads in a neat little package.
“Well, thank you.” I smile, and start to pick up the bread, but someone swoops in behind me and picks it up before I can even say something.
“I’ll get that for you.” Brom says after he lifts up the food.
I turn and he flashes me a smile. Then he nods to Baker Schepper, and walks me out the door.
“Hello, Bro-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Why didn’t tu tell me tu were coming into town today?” He then walks us around a corner and sets the packages on the ground.
“Well, I thought that I would-” But before I can finish my sentence, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“Brom,” I pull away. “We’re in town. tu can’t kiss me like that here.” I look at him but see no change of idea in his face.
“Why not? No one can see us back here.” He smiles and pulls me in again, but I speak before he can kiss me.
“If tu ever want my father to allow me to marry you, then tu need to be más sophisticated with me when were around all our friends and neighbors.”
This suddenly changes his mind and he lets me go, and picks the packages back up.
“So, can I walk tu home?” He smiles sweetly, and I know he got the message.
“I’m sure Father won’t mind.” I place my hand on his arm and we head back towards the farm.
First person escritura is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). tu use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to tu themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to segundo person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person libros often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do tu think?
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If tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told tu so.
And if tu amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if tu amor him,
Tell him so.
If tu amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something tu can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something tu can do.
what I'm escritura isn't exactly an articulo , but I hope tu will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever cruzar, cruz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason tu never cruzar, cruz my mind is because tu are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like tu is because I amor tu .
*The reason I don't want tu is because I need tu .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if tu left is because I would die if tu left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for tu is because I would die for tu .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do tu anything for tu is because I would do everything for tu .
*The reason I chose my life is because tu are my life .
Girl; Do I ever cruzar, cruz you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do tu want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would tu do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason tu never cruzar, cruz my mind is because tu are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like tu is because I amor tu .
*The reason I don't want tu is because I need tu .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if tu left is because I would die if tu left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for tu is because I would die for tu .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do tu anything for tu is because I would do everything for tu .
*The reason I chose my life is because tu are my life .
inch por inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
mariposas of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to amor it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the día I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for tu love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place tu could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with más fuego then tu could ever imagine.
más passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the día I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real baloncesto coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for tu love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place tu could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with más fuego then tu could ever imagine.
más passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the día I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real baloncesto coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.