Nature is still standing with open arms to give us shelter. We cannot understand why is it doing so even if we are destroying it.
That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She said "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems you want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she said and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " hey what are you doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to you ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i can't play.." "okay now shut up, if you are going to study this much you'll become spectacle holder and then you will not get your job..." everyone chuckled and then looked at me if they want me there. " well ok I am coming but I'll.... nothing" I wanted to say that i will play for only half an hour but i stopped coz i didn't want them to make fun of me. While going downstairs I thought who am I? A future fighter pilot who wants to die in war or a peace lover person who wanna save nature.... or am i that who is different from others and alone in crowd... My mind was confused... but then again wind came and whispered in my ears " it is your choice all yours.. you what you have to do and what you want to do... your war would be war for peace.. secure yourself then you'll be able to secure me." and then throwing away all my hesitation i ran freely and said to me " I am wind free, careless or responsible, ignored but yet important" And from then i know my choice......
That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She said "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems you want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she said and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " hey what are you doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to you ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i can't play.." "okay now shut up, if you are going to study this much you'll become spectacle holder and then you will not get your job..." everyone chuckled and then looked at me if they want me there. " well ok I am coming but I'll.... nothing" I wanted to say that i will play for only half an hour but i stopped coz i didn't want them to make fun of me. While going downstairs I thought who am I? A future fighter pilot who wants to die in war or a peace lover person who wanna save nature.... or am i that who is different from others and alone in crowd... My mind was confused... but then again wind came and whispered in my ears " it is your choice all yours.. you what you have to do and what you want to do... your war would be war for peace.. secure yourself then you'll be able to secure me." and then throwing away all my hesitation i ran freely and said to me " I am wind free, careless or responsible, ignored but yet important" And from then i know my choice......
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
next chapter "The pookie Returns"