A short story I'm escritura for escritura Club at High School:
He couldn't take it anymore. The anger was welling up inside him, filling his veins and pulsing to his brain a dark poison impossible to cure. He lost all hope.
Everyone picked on him; for the clothes he wore, the people he hung out with, his hair style. So what if he wore black skinny jeans and snake bite piercings? So what if he had jet black hair that covered one of his eyes? How about the música he listened to; what was all wrong with that?
The one person he thought had loved him had turned against him. She dicho that he wasn't good enough. She didn't like his style o the sound of his voice. She didn't want anything to do with him, anymore.
Several times he thought the sharp blade of a cuchillo would take all of his problems away. But, as he pierced the sensitive skin on his wrists, he only felt más pain and sickness. There was only one thing he could do, now....
Standing over the vast expanses he thought he had called home, he spat at the air. You never cared for me! tu only treated me with wrong! Why am I even here?
He walked closer to the edge, closing his eyes. The violent winds whipped across his face, probably forcing him to step back. But, will power and state of mind made him hold his ground. He will not last another segundo in this dark world.
He raised his arms out, letting all his weight be supported por the balls of his feet. He felt wobbly at first, until he pushed out adelante, hacia adelante a little more.
Faster than anything he had ever imagine, he felt something coarse throughout his body; a powerful force that sent his hair flying away from his face and his baggy chaqueta and skinny jeans quiver. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for he knew what he was plummeting in:
Air....
Now, it's your job to figure out what the título is... :D hoped tu liked my depressing story.
He couldn't take it anymore. The anger was welling up inside him, filling his veins and pulsing to his brain a dark poison impossible to cure. He lost all hope.
Everyone picked on him; for the clothes he wore, the people he hung out with, his hair style. So what if he wore black skinny jeans and snake bite piercings? So what if he had jet black hair that covered one of his eyes? How about the música he listened to; what was all wrong with that?
The one person he thought had loved him had turned against him. She dicho that he wasn't good enough. She didn't like his style o the sound of his voice. She didn't want anything to do with him, anymore.
Several times he thought the sharp blade of a cuchillo would take all of his problems away. But, as he pierced the sensitive skin on his wrists, he only felt más pain and sickness. There was only one thing he could do, now....
Standing over the vast expanses he thought he had called home, he spat at the air. You never cared for me! tu only treated me with wrong! Why am I even here?
He walked closer to the edge, closing his eyes. The violent winds whipped across his face, probably forcing him to step back. But, will power and state of mind made him hold his ground. He will not last another segundo in this dark world.
He raised his arms out, letting all his weight be supported por the balls of his feet. He felt wobbly at first, until he pushed out adelante, hacia adelante a little more.
Faster than anything he had ever imagine, he felt something coarse throughout his body; a powerful force that sent his hair flying away from his face and his baggy chaqueta and skinny jeans quiver. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for he knew what he was plummeting in:
Air....
Now, it's your job to figure out what the título is... :D hoped tu liked my depressing story.
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt más than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to amor me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I amor him, but his amor is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt más than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to amor me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I amor him, but his amor is dim
For the first couple months, that's what it really feels like; darkness, always there like the puppy you always wished for to follow you around.
Feyriem Faeor Burian...Feyries Of Winter
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always por my side.
My last breath is taken and dado to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
jesús is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved por him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away por his grace,
Blessed por his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
guitarra by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if tu think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if tu just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if tu think that we cant sing it faster then tu wrong but itll help if tu just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if tu just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
guitarra by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if tu think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if tu just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if tu think that we cant sing it faster then tu wrong but itll help if tu just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if tu just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up o down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, tu don’t like him.
Boredom, tu wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
tu get in trouble when looking for fun,
tu get so tired when the día is done.
Soon as tu get in bed,
tu remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
tu should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up o down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, tu don’t like him.
Boredom, tu wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
tu get in trouble when looking for fun,
tu get so tired when the día is done.
Soon as tu get in bed,
tu remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
tu should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
