The red glare of the fuego blurs all other colors. The smoke chokes me with its sulfuric perfume. I watch from the tower as the city burns to ashes before my eyes. I want to stop it, I wish I could, but I cannot. I listen hopelessly as I hear the cries of the people, shouting, taunting.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I face my dark room. My mother forced me into it, to protect me, she said, then left. The furniture dulled in comparison to the roaring fuego outside. My cama was unmade, no one having seen any reason to make it. Fresh tears pricked my eyes. The memories in this room were powerful. I could almost see my brother and me running up the stairs and entering the tower to play, on a much brighter day.
Picking up my cloak, I settle it over my fine vestido now soot covered, and make my way to the stairs. It seems a long way down to the hall. Once there I wish for the tower room, the great hall is foreign to me. The hall is bare and empty, the smell of food, the chatter of people gone. In its place are tossed dishes, turned over chairs and forgotten fans and purses, the forgotten items of many people fleeing in terror. The hall is deserted. I am the only one. I run down the hall frightened por its quietness. Down the stairs into the kitchen, I run ignoring the silence, the memories. The kitchen, a place that I once would have never ventured down into is now my only hope. I head toward a small trap door beside a gigantic cupboard, partly hidden por sacks. I hesitate, when father showed me where the trap door was I had never thought I would use this secret get away, but here I was.
A crash resounded off the castillo walls followed por shouts. My corazón leapt to my throat, they had made it in! With out any más thoughts I flung open the trap door and scurried down inside closing the trap door behind me. The passageway is dank and dark the stairs slimy and wet. I descend deeper and deeper, further from the burning hatred. It seems to never end, a staircase filled with slime, dripping water, loneliness and fear.
But it does end and I am suddenly standing on a small dock siguiente to a river. A barco is tied up to the dock por an old rope straining against the current. The oars are cracked and old and the green paint on the barco is dull and flaking but the barco looks seguro enough. Gathering up my skirts, I step gingerly from the dock to the boat. The barco wobbles and I hurriedly sit down to steady it. I untie the rope and drift off down the river.
I cannot go back; the people would never forgive a member of the royal family. I wish I could go back and fix all the wrongs my family did and mend the rift we created between the royal family and the people. But I cannot.
The red flames of the fuego glare at me as I travel further from the ruined city. Reminding me that I was once a princess, now I am an exile.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I face my dark room. My mother forced me into it, to protect me, she said, then left. The furniture dulled in comparison to the roaring fuego outside. My cama was unmade, no one having seen any reason to make it. Fresh tears pricked my eyes. The memories in this room were powerful. I could almost see my brother and me running up the stairs and entering the tower to play, on a much brighter day.
Picking up my cloak, I settle it over my fine vestido now soot covered, and make my way to the stairs. It seems a long way down to the hall. Once there I wish for the tower room, the great hall is foreign to me. The hall is bare and empty, the smell of food, the chatter of people gone. In its place are tossed dishes, turned over chairs and forgotten fans and purses, the forgotten items of many people fleeing in terror. The hall is deserted. I am the only one. I run down the hall frightened por its quietness. Down the stairs into the kitchen, I run ignoring the silence, the memories. The kitchen, a place that I once would have never ventured down into is now my only hope. I head toward a small trap door beside a gigantic cupboard, partly hidden por sacks. I hesitate, when father showed me where the trap door was I had never thought I would use this secret get away, but here I was.
A crash resounded off the castillo walls followed por shouts. My corazón leapt to my throat, they had made it in! With out any más thoughts I flung open the trap door and scurried down inside closing the trap door behind me. The passageway is dank and dark the stairs slimy and wet. I descend deeper and deeper, further from the burning hatred. It seems to never end, a staircase filled with slime, dripping water, loneliness and fear.
But it does end and I am suddenly standing on a small dock siguiente to a river. A barco is tied up to the dock por an old rope straining against the current. The oars are cracked and old and the green paint on the barco is dull and flaking but the barco looks seguro enough. Gathering up my skirts, I step gingerly from the dock to the boat. The barco wobbles and I hurriedly sit down to steady it. I untie the rope and drift off down the river.
I cannot go back; the people would never forgive a member of the royal family. I wish I could go back and fix all the wrongs my family did and mend the rift we created between the royal family and the people. But I cannot.
The red flames of the fuego glare at me as I travel further from the ruined city. Reminding me that I was once a princess, now I am an exile.
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will tu marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I dicho yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a lista of what I already know
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The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebridades turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostrar business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived por his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived por his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in amor with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen o read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my corazón begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
o logical
Though amor rarely is
I can’t make my corazón stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one día we could share
A amor that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen o read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my corazón begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
o logical
Though amor rarely is
I can’t make my corazón stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one día we could share
A amor that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! tu always end up like this. Maybe tu should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 año old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( más like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i dicho " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he dicho " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he dicho " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
tu couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all tu want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
tu wish tu could help them,
through the pain,
but tu can't,
tu can only watch,
from the sky.
tu can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
tu put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
tu may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one más thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring tu happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all tu want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
tu wish tu could help them,
through the pain,
but tu can't,
tu can only watch,
from the sky.
tu can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
tu put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
tu may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one más thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring tu happiness and peace.