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Joya S
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My 12 year old cousin wrote this Give opineions? (and she didn't spell cheak yet.)
Here it is:
The city was still and quite. It seemed deflated, it seemed worn…It was as if it was dead, even though the city was not human. But eatiher way, it had a lifeless and lonely air. What made it more so seem like this was how nothing stirred, nor dared to… but then again, nothing could…
Everything was put on pause. And for this, there seemed to be a silent tension once again that fell over the city that no one needed to break… this silent tension though would last forever concidering there was no bustle of people to break it in the first place.
But I knew for an instant this was highly better than what was taking place before… My eyes shut close as the memory retraced back…
Before the shattering noises began, it was much like what the city was at the moment. But humans were about then, but hiding. Though what was simulair was that there was a tension like I mentioned just secondes ago. Though this tension was due to the fact that all beings in the city knew that their life’s-their mothers, fathers, siblings, daughter and sons- could soon be over in less than seconds… And these innocent people also had the ringing thought of how the murdous wepons that they treid to hide from would feel when piercing against there skin, into their flesh. Oh how the pain would be unbearable and slowely kill them… hopefully if death where to come to you that day, it would come quicley rather than drawl on.
So as the people thought of this silenty in their heads, they awaited the arrival of the grim weaper to come and whisk them away.
The city was hushed with worrisome children and elders.
And then the bombing started.
And then the screaming started.
And soon they stopped… when all was dead.
Yes, all was dead surely… all but one that is.
From beneath the black darkness of my safe haven… my hideway, I stepped into the street. The light shocked my eyes, but the sight that lay in the streets shocked them more.
Blood and bodies was spwraled all about.
And I stood there a now motherless child, my whole body now in shock, enhailing how the city was still, quite, deflated, worn, lifeless, and lonely. And dead as the population it. I told you this before, hadn’t I. I told you how it felt and how it looked in the beginning of my teling.
But soon there will be no one at all to tell you how the city is, because a knife that lay in my hand shall stab my heart until I lay as still as where I am.
There is no way I can endure living in this world anymore.
Here it is:
The city was still and quite. It seemed deflated, it seemed worn…It was as if it was dead, even though the city was not human. But eatiher way, it had a lifeless and lonely air. What made it more so seem like this was how nothing stirred, nor dared to… but then again, nothing could…
Everything was put on pause. And for this, there seemed to be a silent tension once again that fell over the city that no one needed to break… this silent tension though would last forever concidering there was no bustle of people to break it in the first place.
But I knew for an instant this was highly better than what was taking place before… My eyes shut close as the memory retraced back…
Before the shattering noises began, it was much like what the city was at the moment. But humans were about then, but hiding. Though what was simulair was that there was a tension like I mentioned just secondes ago. Though this tension was due to the fact that all beings in the city knew that their life’s-their mothers, fathers, siblings, daughter and sons- could soon be over in less than seconds… And these innocent people also had the ringing thought of how the murdous wepons that they treid to hide from would feel when piercing against there skin, into their flesh. Oh how the pain would be unbearable and slowely kill them… hopefully if death where to come to you that day, it would come quicley rather than drawl on.
So as the people thought of this silenty in their heads, they awaited the arrival of the grim weaper to come and whisk them away.
The city was hushed with worrisome children and elders.
And then the bombing started.
And then the screaming started.
And soon they stopped… when all was dead.
Yes, all was dead surely… all but one that is.
From beneath the black darkness of my safe haven… my hideway, I stepped into the street. The light shocked my eyes, but the sight that lay in the streets shocked them more.
Blood and bodies was spwraled all about.
And I stood there a now motherless child, my whole body now in shock, enhailing how the city was still, quite, deflated, worn, lifeless, and lonely. And dead as the population it. I told you this before, hadn’t I. I told you how it felt and how it looked in the beginning of my teling.
But soon there will be no one at all to tell you how the city is, because a knife that lay in my hand shall stab my heart until I lay as still as where I am.
There is no way I can endure living in this world anymore.