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WHAT TO DO?
Carter’s Perspective
No matter how shocking, yes, we dogs can think. Gasps galore, I know. Anyways, I sat there, somehow knowing that we weren’t playing hide-and-go –seek in this… place. I decided to get out of the road as I had realized that I was in the middle of the lane.
I faltered for a second, wondering if I should stay there just in case Derek was to come back. I finally decided there was no chance that he would be coming back. I wander out into the desert a bit, and then I looked back at the way that I had come from. I realized I couldn’t see the road anymore. Great…. What to do now? Throw a dance party? Cry myself to death? Go back to the road?
I look out into the vast desert, anticipating for a vulture to come, swoop down, and eat me for lunch. The whole scene seemed like it was from Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner’s show, just without strange objects falling from the sky.
Then, I realize a pack of dog-looking things in the distance. I instantly realize after this that they are coyotes. I run as fast as my three legs can carry me. I know that some coyotes don’t get along real well with dogs, but I can only hope they can show me how to live.
Dogs do communicate by barking, so I started barking hoping they would understand me. “HEY!” I yell out, “HEY! UM, COULD I POSSIBLY GET HELP OR HAVE SOMEONE SHOW ME WHERE I SHOULD GO?”
One of them, who I would soon come to know as Mark, yipped back, “What’s up, dude? Why aren’t you with the rest of us?”
He clearly thought I was a coyote too. I did have fur that looked like a coyote’s, but the only dead-giveaway that I wasn’t one was my warm-brown chocolate-y eye. All the other coyotes have yellowish eyes.
“Oh, you know,” I reply, “Just, uh, doing, uh, stuff.” I had no clue what coyotes do for fun.
“Cool!! Wanna join us? We’re about to go out and hunt for dinner.”
“Err, sure?”
“Great! C’mon, we’re about to leave! Hustle up!” He yelps, welcoming me to the pack that I would come to rule...
WHAT TO DO?
Carter’s Perspective
No matter how shocking, yes, we dogs can think. Gasps galore, I know. Anyways, I sat there, somehow knowing that we weren’t playing hide-and-go –seek in this… place. I decided to get out of the road as I had realized that I was in the middle of the lane.
I faltered for a second, wondering if I should stay there just in case Derek was to come back. I finally decided there was no chance that he would be coming back. I wander out into the desert a bit, and then I looked back at the way that I had come from. I realized I couldn’t see the road anymore. Great…. What to do now? Throw a dance party? Cry myself to death? Go back to the road?
I look out into the vast desert, anticipating for a vulture to come, swoop down, and eat me for lunch. The whole scene seemed like it was from Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner’s show, just without strange objects falling from the sky.
Then, I realize a pack of dog-looking things in the distance. I instantly realize after this that they are coyotes. I run as fast as my three legs can carry me. I know that some coyotes don’t get along real well with dogs, but I can only hope they can show me how to live.
Dogs do communicate by barking, so I started barking hoping they would understand me. “HEY!” I yell out, “HEY! UM, COULD I POSSIBLY GET HELP OR HAVE SOMEONE SHOW ME WHERE I SHOULD GO?”
One of them, who I would soon come to know as Mark, yipped back, “What’s up, dude? Why aren’t you with the rest of us?”
He clearly thought I was a coyote too. I did have fur that looked like a coyote’s, but the only dead-giveaway that I wasn’t one was my warm-brown chocolate-y eye. All the other coyotes have yellowish eyes.
“Oh, you know,” I reply, “Just, uh, doing, uh, stuff.” I had no clue what coyotes do for fun.
“Cool!! Wanna join us? We’re about to go out and hunt for dinner.”
“Err, sure?”
“Great! C’mon, we’re about to leave! Hustle up!” He yelps, welcoming me to the pack that I would come to rule...
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me by the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken by the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me by the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken by the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell you I love you more than myself
But to understand, from me you shall receive neither money nor wealth
What you search for is not emotion or passion, it’s much more precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So you take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of you the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember you always.
Will you remember me?
That is a question for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will you remember me?
That is a question for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, or Ocean Clan, Riku, or Land Clan, and the Sora, or Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, or Ocean Clan, Riku, or Land Clan, and the Sora, or Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal or energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to show the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man next to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal or energetic maybe the one apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to show the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man next to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.