War

The veterans of the struggle it became suppression. Both sides were critically damaged, and now both sides were mere wastelands. They had crushed themselves and each other thinking something in this land could’ve helped repair them but they were after the same thing and so they both failed.
The remaining soldiers, including myself were sitting around a campfire, telling the stories of our so called triumph. But there wasn’t a real point. The stealthy woodland archer began the stories with his.
This bloodshed had only begun. The flame of war had only just yet ignited. This battle for land was meaningless. After the suffering was over the land would be laid to waste by the corpses, blood and remaining weapons of the dead soldiers.
I hung my head in shame at the military forces of each side, blinded by the fighting, the death. I was well hidden inside a forest on the land. I was a perfect archer, with the best precision. I never missed. Although I was filled with pain to the brim, the shrieks of terrible yelling of the falling soldiers I hit was hurting me. We had won that war, but at what cost? Our military was injured so badly that the ones that survived could barely move. Everyone had perished. The plague had come through, and its name was war.
The struggle from his point of view was quite interesting but 3 stories still remained. The next story told, was from the berserk warrior.
The clanging of steel ignited my soul. My terrible smile sent a shiver of fear down the other soldiers back’s as they saw my horrid grin. Through my helmet I looked as evil as ever. My eyes seemed to glow through it.
We rushed into the battle; through all the rage people were confused and therefore easy targets. I raced forward with my enormous mace. I carried it with two hands; a single wild swing could have the potential to clear an entire crowd. I was bashing people, laughing wildly scaring people, many people. The crowd had become the ground. My armor was dripping with blood, as I stood still looking at my great achievement.
There were few soldiers left, on both sides and one of them rushed in my direction. I met him in battle I raced forward and leaped with my mace ready. I smiled bearing my teeth and stared at him, the animalistic shine grew in my eyes. I whacked the sword out of his hand, and then prepared a large swing but he pulled out a dagger and sliced my leg. When I looked up next, he was gone.
The warrior sat there, his leg covered in bloodstained bandages that didn’t seem to be helping much. With 2 stories remaining, the Calvary began his tale.
I charged forward. My lance held high, in line with the other Calvary. We caught sight of the stakes that were in the ground. Most of the horses charged forward not noticed and stabbing into the stakes causing the soldiers on top to fly off. The lower archers whipped out daggers and with swift attacks they beat our soldiers not in power but in speed.
I made a short circle, turning to avoid the stakes. I had ridden a horse before and I knew a thing or two. I hoped that this horse did too. I was luckily correct; the horse sped forward and jumped over the stakes, crushing the archers that were hiding behind them. With my powerful lance I made a stabbing move that went through several soldiers. My horse didn’t last long, but his death wasn’t in vain. We had broken through. I jumped before my horse fell to its side. I shed a tear for the loss of my war partner but I had to protect myself. I pulled my lance backward and pulled my shield in front of myself. My lance was so heavy, but I had the strength to hold it up.
I was surviving quite easily my opponents were falling fast and easy. I kept my shield high to protect myself. Someone bashed my lance hard, and it fell sideways. I turned towards him and he angrily stared at me with a frozen frown. I had fled then. I forgot to grab a sword before I went and the lance would take too long to recover.
Then finally, my story the story of a civilian, I prepared the fire for the soldiers myself. If they returned to the city, they would be killed. They were outcastes each for a different reason. Their all had done things that they shouldn’t have or were supposed to. But all the reasons related to the war that had occurred. I heard that our people were going to this bloodshed, my heart trembled. I was petrified with shock frozen with the vile fear that consumed me.
The war was too much for me I ended up hiding in my home until the whole thing washed over. But the battle was brought back to the city. The grounds were we thought they’d attack was but a mere trick and we took the bait. So then we had fled, what was left of us anyway. So that’s how I met the veterans.

Worst to Best

Worst

i am this nice beautiful big bull and i really don't like to go to the bullfights i got there and this little man started waving at me i went at him very fast the little man had alot of speed like the little bunnys he got out of my way really fasy his pretty red flag was reall nice but little i really liked it i went really fast afer it but the little man hopped out of my big way i was very sad.





Best

I'm a gorgeous humongous bull. I dislike going to these, bullfights. When I arrived there this petite man started waving at me. I gained pace, and went exceptionally quick. When I got close enough the stubby man hopped instantly out of the way. I caught sight of his alluring red flag. It was superb and I adored it. I sped after it but the miniature man bounced out of the way. I was somewhat depressed by this.

LeTteRS

Lazy Lancelot licked lollipops like Louie Lan.
Troubling terror took the town, tanning Tom the tickler traveled there. Tom then took triumph through to Thursday.
Rocks rolling ran right.
Silly Sally, so stupid, sat so spectacularly she saw someone staring so she sneezed.

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The Cage was noisy. Uproarious, as we urged our pet to move inside. Fake smiles covering our faces which were heavy with tears. The two of us cherished the company of our dog. We were extremely pious, dedicated with love, but poor and unable to care for him any longer. The large cage full of huge dogs seemed like a real prison. With a tight hug and squeeze we gave our pet a tiny shove. He began to whine, I burst out crying. The bond we shared, wasn't as eternal as I thought. We had to leave, I screamed out his name as I was dragged out. He whined alot, longing for my company, and me for his. Our time together was gone, I held my head in shame. This dog, whom I loved with all my heart I devoted myself to, promising I would keep him forever. I silently cried on the long gloomy shower of pain in the car on the way home. My heart was literally torn, ripped and shredded into pieces and was now only a shell of it's former self.

The Heart Locket

Upon a shelf it sat. The beautiful glittery gold. I stared intently. The heavenly designs held on the small magnificent necklace. Tiny chains went through two micro loops in the two top bumps of the heart. Then formed a necklace together. It shined in my eyes. The blinding godly brightness. I had to have it. This gold heart warmed my own greatly. I smiled. This would be a good luck charm, or so I thought.
I purchased the locket, it wasn't too expensive and I think it was definitely worth the money. Later in life a picture would be enclosed within the lovely heart of gold, and my own as well.
Later that evening I was going to bed. Exhausted from shopping the whole day I entered my room. The surrounding pink and purple colours had practically exploded around my room. Any part that wasn't pink or purple, was white. On my night table lay a small jewelery case, with different assortments of earrings and other necklaces. With no consideration for any of the other necklaces I cleaned out a tiny slot, throwing many into other slots I had sorted carefully.
While asleep I dreamt about my future and the locket although, I was rudely awakened. I fell onto the floor with a crunch. I has smashed a different necklace that I must have dropped last night. Although I could care less. With the newer, better, and prettier locket necklace I wouldn't wear that one anyway.
Without much care I swept the messy pieces under a rug. I had my window open a crack, a breeze blew my hair in my face. I had to turn, when I did I noticed the sun shining on my other jewelry, making it all glow. My eyes slowly shifted from piece to piece. I remembered how prefect I looked with each individual one on, the memories of each like spending time with friends. That's when I thought of the memories I'd be able to make with my new necklace, the breeze became a harsh wind and slammed the window shut.
I quickly prepared for school. I showered, ate breakfast and brushed my teeth. Before I went to catch the buss I sped to my room and snagged my locket. This beauty could never be forgotten.
On the buss I sat next to my great two friends. Our excellence unmatched by any other girls in the school. Especially with my new charm. While on the buss the other students would try to talk to us, they would be returned with a mock. It was only us three, no other girls would join us by their decision.
We considered ourselves above the others. And most people actually believe it to be true. It certainly seemed like it. While me and my friends sat in one seat, being adored by many people most of the other girls sat alone with their friends. I grinned happily, with a tiny glare growing in my eyes.
Then my grin disappeared. I felt the small raincloud forming over my head when I saw some boys talking to a girl in one seat. They both stared directly at her. She didn't seem to be put on the spot by this meaning that she was more brave than the other girls that sat around the buss. Mostly in groups of threes filling the buss.

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Scared Student

I walked into the classroom, shy frightened. Of course at when a new student shows up at a school, you always introduce yourself. It was now my turn. I shook like crazy in the hallway. I began to feel as though the teacher had forgotten about me.
Finally, he called me in I was relieved but when he called I jumped a bit. When I was standing in front of everybody the teacher reminded me to introduce myself. This made me blush a bit in embarrassment but I started.
“Hello my name is-“I said as I fell down. Someone snuck forward and tied my shoelaces together. The classroom burst out in laughter. It was a loud explosion of children laughing.
The Teacher stood up “Everyone take a seat, let’s begin.” I was ignored, but okay with it. I was relieved that he stopped me. I quickly undid the tied together laces and then tied them normally. After sitting in a desk I was directed to by the teacher the class actually began.
At the very end of class after the teacher finished his lecture, he asked who’d show me around. You could’ve heard a pin drop. Nobody said a word, none of them. The teacher looked disappointed but nobody seemed to care, at all.
The teacher finally got fed up, and demanded that two people show me around. So he then picked two people forcedly and then he let us go for lunch. These two people showing me around were dead silent. I figured the lunchroom could be nice. You never really know. I began to daydream a bit.
Suddenly I was thrown into a trash can. The darkness that appeared instantly scared me I made a little shriek, which the two boys heard. I also heard them walking off, laughing. I felt a slimy thing slowly moving down my back, oozing through my shirt. It was cold and seemed to be becoming longer.
I instantly screamed at the top of my lungs. I’d think that everybody around would hear this loud noise, but after listening for a minute, they were already being louder than myself. Disgusted at this garbage, I felt upset. One single tear went down my face. With much hesitation and without much will, I pushed my hands downward, into the trash to push myself up.
While searching for the bathroom many people pointed and stared. I began blushing heavily as I lost the color in my face. I felt completely flushed, and the smell. I started running in hopes of finding a bathroom. One arm was held up to my face to try and smother the tear streams that were flowing.
I soon found the bathroom. After going inside I looked straight at the mirror. I was a complete and total wreck, a bomb had gone off in this school, and that bomb, was me. I splashed water all over myself and began to wash all the trash and smell of myself.
Shortly after I started washing myself, a couple of kids came into the washroom. It was the same two that threw me into the trash, they seems to have taken a liking to me.
After getting a good taste of the toilet water, and cleaning off I went to the lunchroom to eat. Once I got there I saw pizza was being served for lunch. I prepared my money. I had 15 dollars. Not much, but enough. After purchasing some pizza I got a drink. While I was heading for a table, I realized that literally every table was taken.
I took a bit of my favorite food, the pizza. I opened my eyes quite wide with my cheeks bulging. I started to run for a garbage can. I couldn’t find one though. I caught sight of one through the corner of my eye.
I raced over to it and hurled. The delicious looking food must’ve been completely rotten. It tasted horrid. I took a swig of my drink. It was no better.
Someone took advantage of me being sick, tried to push me into the trash, and stole the remaining money I had. I turned around to catch them, but they instantly disappeared into the crowd.
When I got back to my class after lunch I was given detention for being late. Sitting in class listening was one of the most boring experiences I’d ever experienced. Finally the bell had rung and I was able to go home.
I was frightened when I got home. Fear had consumed me, in a single bite. I couldn't possible go back. Absolutely nobody could survive the terror that was my school. The vile shadows of students, sneaking around to cram you into the trash. The dictative teacher. Taking control of everything tossing around detentio- Suddenly I remembered he had given me detention. That I forgot to attend.
I was lying in bed, trembling. Shaking with sheer, fear. I was thinking of every alternative to going to class, to school tomorrow. I felt like black rings were around my eyes, holding them open. I was sweating wildly as I lay awake in my bed, clenching my quilt tightly. I was hoping that school would never come morning wouldn't arrive... it.. woul..dn't.. happen.. I yawned and drifted off to sleep.
I didn't set my alarm and was late. The shower went from freezing cold to scalding hot. My breakfast was extremely rushed and I got the hiccups. Tears literally streamed down my face as I took the icy cold walk through pure white snow. The slowly melted snow would now drip through my small sneakers. They were too small and had holes in them. My feet were frozen. I had gone completely white all colour faded from my face. Although the reason the colour faded, was because I had run into my teacher as soon as I walked into the school.
Everyday was like that for me. All the school days. I'd wait at home. My constant nightmare of my teacher mutating into something, something else. At the end of the year I was so delighted. Finally my misery was over. The damage had been done, the pain was over. I was moving onto grade 7. Elementary school was over for me I had moved onward to middle school. I grin wildly the entire day. Although, in middle school I'll have eight teachers...