Some times ago,scientists began experiments to find out whether it would be possible to set up a 'village' under the sea.A special room was built and lowered into the water of Port Sudan in the Red Sea.For 29 days,5 men lived at a depth of 40 feet.At a much lower level,another two divers stayed for a week in a smaller 'house'.On returning to the surface,the men dicho that they had experienced no difficulty in breathing and had made many interesting scientific observations.The captain of the party,Commander Cousteau,spoke of the possibility of cultivating the seabed.He dicho that some permanent stations were to be set up under the sea,and some undersea farms would provide comida for the growing population of the world.
The divers in both 'houses' spent most of their time exploring the bottom of the sea.On 4 occasions,they went down to 360 feet and observed many extraordinary forms of marine life,some of which had never been seen before.During their stay,Commander Costeau and his divers reached a depth of 1000 feet and witnessed a gathering of an immense school of crabs which numbered,perhaps,hundreds of millions.They also found outh that it was possible to mover rapidly in the water in a special vessel known as a 'dving saucer'.
The divers in both 'houses' spent most of their time exploring the bottom of the sea.On 4 occasions,they went down to 360 feet and observed many extraordinary forms of marine life,some of which had never been seen before.During their stay,Commander Costeau and his divers reached a depth of 1000 feet and witnessed a gathering of an immense school of crabs which numbered,perhaps,hundreds of millions.They also found outh that it was possible to mover rapidly in the water in a special vessel known as a 'dving saucer'.
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
This is a song inspired por Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story publicado here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written por a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen ángeles always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken mariposas with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written por a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen ángeles always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken mariposas with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve año old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays paino and guitarra and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that tu could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story o movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, o feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as tu probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything tu want them to be. An animal, a creature tu made up, a monster, o just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that tu could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story o movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, o feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as tu probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything tu want them to be. An animal, a creature tu made up, a monster, o just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the siguiente day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue camisa, camiseta that dicho "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she dicho "Oh! I didn't give tu a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
