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Minecraft Story Version - War of Two“Guards! Stop please!” yells a young man with a crown on his head.
Along a long stretch of bridge connecting to the castle, about four guards seem to be doing patrol.
The guards stop patrolling and turn back slowly. One guard then looks at the man and replies to him.
“Yes, Prince?” the guard asks with a small attitude.
“My father has summoned you four for something. We have found something.” He said directly.
“Your father?” the guard questions.
The scene has changed; down beneath the surface a cave is in view. There are signs that people have been in there excavated and mining in it.
“Don’t do that.” One man in a blue miner’s outfit yells.
“But Jack! –“the other one complains, also wearing a miner outfit.
“No James, It’s far too dangerous to recklessly start digging into things we don’t know about.” Jack yelled.
“We are brothers, and I’m not going to let you die
Legend Of the Phychics (Part 2)“Wait, what? We do?” I replied hastily.
“Well, it’s not quite certain yet.” Sef said while opening the book.
“This is something that’s been passed down from generation from generation, called the “Book of Tales”, he said while flipping through the pages.
“This is the prophecy?” I asked while examining the book as Sef flipped the pages.
“See the thing is that it talks in riddles. Though, once you decode the riddle, it fits with what’s been happening so far.”
“Read this and tell me what you think.” he said, pointing to a stanza in the book.
One thousand lies have been told, though none have been thought. The meeting of the snake and the salamander will commence. Only intelligence can be bought, for only one will prevail, and one will lose all.
“Sorry, I don’t quite get it.” I said while awkwardly laughing.
“Ugh, use that brain of yours and think about some of the latest
Practice #6 - The Second BladeIt’s our anniversary today; I hope I can get her a great present.
“Sir, you forgot your bag” the store manager yelled.
“Oh yeah, ha-ha, my bad!” I said clumsily as I went back to retrieve my bag.
Today is a great day. It is June 6th, the day of me and my wife’s 26th anniversary. I usually top it every year, except I’m getting to the point in my life where I become forgetful, and I just now remembered. Everything is last minute right now, though I still want to top what I did last year. At last year’s anniversary, I took her out on a week cruise, just the two of us, away from our problems, and just relax.
This year, I must top it no matter what. She means the world to me, and I don’t want her to seem sad if I get her a bad gift. I walked out of the store, and took the shortest path home, the left sidewalk. Going down this path I can go through the alley on my way home. I told her that I would go shopping, and she demanded that I went
The Story Behind Me - My Autobiography(10%) The Story Behind Me
When I was little, I was definitely the one to call weird. I do not know why, now looking back, I just was. Whether, I had some weird obsession for attention, I do not think I will ever now. However, it is those experiences, I think, that helped m be who I am today. I think that who I am today, is who I was always trying to be, and from those experiences, I have become something I can be happy with. My name is Adrian Cowherd, and my story is a weird one, though, relatable.
The furthest I can remember was back in first grade. At that time, I think I was about six. I was younger than everyone was in my class, due to me skipping Kindergarten.Anyways, back then; I remember we would have recess every day. We would get out of class for a good twenty to thirty minutes a day and play. However, I was the odd one out. I would see everyone play, and yet I was alone. I would
Practice #6 - DumbfoundedDUMBFOUNDED
I woke up feeling really good today; better than any other day. I looked over at my alarm clock.
“Damnit, Damnit, Damnit!” I said, noticing the clock said nine o’clock.
I ran out of bed and headed for my bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from my sink and ran out of the bathroom. I quickly put on my pants, changed my shirt, and tried putting on my shoes. I then put my backpack on and ran downstairs.
“Honey, do you want break—“my mom tried yelling as I rushed out of my house.
I was running full speed to school; I could not afford to miss the class before the mid-term exams in a week. I ran through the streets, finally approaching my school’s entrance. I speed through the doors, went down the corridors, and opened the door for my class, yelling
“I’m sorry I was late, won’t happen again.”
My head was bowed for a good ten seconds before I looked up and realized what was going on.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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