In the distent land of isis, there lived a young princess, who loved to be outside. on one, perticularly nice, day, she went out to talk to the birds, when suddenly she was captuerd by an evil mage, and told the king if he did not reliquish his kingdom to him, he would keep the princess untill her death.
in desperation, the king sent his greatest knights to save his duagter, but alas, it was all in vain.
the king had almost lost all hope, when he heard that a young sorccerer had come to his kingdom. the disstresed king called for the sorccerer to be brought before him.
when he saw the sorccerer he was dumbstruck, he wore the simple cloths of a pesent.
"Why dose thou wear such rags?" the king asked, "Surly a being of your power could aford more noble atire."
"Dear king," the sorccerer said, bowing humbly, "I am not one to care for matirial things, I am more satisfied in aiding those who need my services."
the king, slightly puzzeld, sent the sorccerer forth to the castile of the mage.
the sorccerer enterd the castile of the mage, whom he saw seated on his throne, confidently. when the mage saw the intruder he laughed, "does thou jest? are ye the last hope for the princess' rescue?"
"why do ye doubt my power?" the sorccerer asked.
"only a fool of a sorccerer would go to battale wearing such rags," the Mage snered.
"judging one by their apperence will be thy downfall Mage."
the mage cast dark magic at the young sorcerer, who dogged it and cast his own spell, "may thy mighty light smight the one who bars my way." an intess light eminated from the sorccerer.
the mage screamed and coverd his eyes, and he disapperd, never to be seen again.
the young sorccerer was geeted by cheers and song, as he carryed the young princess home.
after much feasting and marryment, the sorccerer packed up his few belongings and set out, but was stoped by the king, "thou does not have to leave so hastily, thou can stay here, we shall treat you how thou should."
"my dear king," the sorccerer bowed, "I have done what I came here to acomplish, now I must go forth to where I am needed."
"will thou come back to our humble town?" the king asked.
"I pray not," the sorccerer said, "for if i did it would mean your kingdom is in need of my services," and with that final word, the sorccerer traveled on to where he was needed.
The End
(hey i made it up in five minuets, what did you expect?) ;)
in desperation, the king sent his greatest knights to save his duagter, but alas, it was all in vain.
the king had almost lost all hope, when he heard that a young sorccerer had come to his kingdom. the disstresed king called for the sorccerer to be brought before him.
when he saw the sorccerer he was dumbstruck, he wore the simple cloths of a pesent.
"Why dose thou wear such rags?" the king asked, "Surly a being of your power could aford more noble atire."
"Dear king," the sorccerer said, bowing humbly, "I am not one to care for matirial things, I am more satisfied in aiding those who need my services."
the king, slightly puzzeld, sent the sorccerer forth to the castile of the mage.
the sorccerer enterd the castile of the mage, whom he saw seated on his throne, confidently. when the mage saw the intruder he laughed, "does thou jest? are ye the last hope for the princess' rescue?"
"why do ye doubt my power?" the sorccerer asked.
"only a fool of a sorccerer would go to battale wearing such rags," the Mage snered.
"judging one by their apperence will be thy downfall Mage."
the mage cast dark magic at the young sorcerer, who dogged it and cast his own spell, "may thy mighty light smight the one who bars my way." an intess light eminated from the sorccerer.
the mage screamed and coverd his eyes, and he disapperd, never to be seen again.
the young sorccerer was geeted by cheers and song, as he carryed the young princess home.
after much feasting and marryment, the sorccerer packed up his few belongings and set out, but was stoped by the king, "thou does not have to leave so hastily, thou can stay here, we shall treat you how thou should."
"my dear king," the sorccerer bowed, "I have done what I came here to acomplish, now I must go forth to where I am needed."
"will thou come back to our humble town?" the king asked.
"I pray not," the sorccerer said, "for if i did it would mean your kingdom is in need of my services," and with that final word, the sorccerer traveled on to where he was needed.
The End
(hey i made it up in five minuets, what did you expect?) ;)
I'm setting here looking at a paused television screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i said and give me your best anwsers that you can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i said and give me your best anwsers that you can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale or some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life or the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life or changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at you for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its more then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.
you think?
yes. you need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
you can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.
you think?
yes. you need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
you can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
