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G H O S TI feel dead, but . . . last time I checked, I’m alive. I breathe, talk, see, and feel. However, no one notices me, I seem completely gone. No one sees my pain. I travel through walls of life, not knowing what room I’ll end up in. My mind is dark, I can’t seem to think; maybe I’m insane. No one seems real to me, I see and hear them, but thy feel too distant to me. Maybe I died when I cut, or when I cried myself to sleep.
There is no time in death, I barely remember days, they just come and go like magic. No one seems to want me around. If I make an unwanted noise, or move something, they get upset at me. Maybe I am a ghost, still trying to live and be seen, many people forgot me ad moved on. I’m simply dead and gone. I’m a ghost.
After realizing I’m dead, I went to the book store, sitting at a table in the far back. I pondered the ways I could have died. None sounded pleasing, besides sleeping to my first day of
Death of a Friend I live in a rusted town. Place of business and trade, a crazy fast moving place, only at night it calms. I live in an apartment above a sushi restaurant, ran by cranky Mrs. Ambers. She’s a chubby old woman, who loves pink but it makes her look grosser than the rust building town. At least she pays cheap.
I’m in high school, 10th grade, on the swim team with my best friend, Zane. He was the best swimmer on the team! I’m slow, and swim like a dying fish. I’ve always wanted to be like Zane, but most of all, I wanted to be with him. Sadly, on my part, Zane was into girls, and he got them all.
He was handsome, blue dyed hair spiked, brown eyes so dark they looked black, and his fair smooth skin, with perfect freckles on his face. Not only was he cute and made my heart flutter from every glance to him, his personality was more than perfect.
He had the best humor, out going and sly with words. He had a strong prot
Aquainess's Daughter France, fall of 1850; a young man obsessed with the wonders of the sea, strolled along the decks by the ocean, early in the morning that boats men still slept or took their boats out for a nice catch of fish for lunch. He was alone with fog rolling in around his bundled form. The young man wore a gray wool coat, black trousers, and worn out black-leathered shoes. Walking to the edge of the docks, he watched the waves steadily move towards him, as the beacon of the lighthouse crossed through the thick rolling fog. The smell of fresh fish and the salt of the deepened mass of water pleased the man greatly, taking a deep breath as a smile formed on his face.
Off in the distance, far past the docks the man stood on, came a wailing tune; similar to the song of a dolphin. Smiling in wonderment, the man whipped his head towards the sound, listening contently. The sound echoed loudly in his head; pulling, taunting him to it. The man could not resist this glorious son
Acts Of KindnessHook was looking over the sea, as he leaned against the railing. His ship rocked sturdily in the bay near land. It has been an awful long time since I’ve played a nice prank on Mr. old Hook.
Swooping down in from my watching place within the trees, I snatched Hook’s hat upon his head, snapping him out of his day dream state.
“Peter Pan! How dare you!” pulling out his gun he aimed and fired as I dodged it gracefully.
“You need to catch me to get it back!” I flew out of view, yet my laughter echoed out to the sea, which gave a dead give away where I was heading.
I gave Hook enough time get off the ship and wade out of the ocean waves. Imagining him as if a gruesome sea monster, gave me more thrill and laughter to my heart.
“Stop laughing boy!” Hook yelled with rage and shot at every movement in the leafs and every place a laugh awoke.
“I will when you catch me! Or are you too fat and old to catch up?” Chuckling, I flew in sight,
Gorila Man (Tarzan)I am a gorilla man,
raised by a family of primates,
and the men of earth see me as a corrupted animal.
Some, yet rarely, see my worth,
look past my gorilla behavior,
and see the man I really am.
Yes, I eat not at a table, and use my hands to feed.
Yet, I understand your mockery, your laughs,
and points to all my difference.
Can you not see I am a man, just raised by gentle hands
of love and nature; not by the man’s world of government and law,
molded to fit and stand
within a building that destroyed the trees were it stands.
I am a gorilla man,
Strong yet understands,
Do not laugh, do not glare,
At all my difference
My family, yet animals to your eyes
Gives me more care
than the world of men could ever buy for me.
Take me back to the gorillas,
Because I am a gorilla man.
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