Trina Harper lost her job, fiancé, and her mom died half a ماہ ago. Life could not have gotten worse for this twenty سال old.
She strolled inside a nearby Chinese Restraurant that as filled with people. She sat down in the corner نشست and murmured her ordered the waitress. "Just a fortune cookie, please."
Her life had gotten so messed up when Kyle, her deadbeat fiancé, left her for her older sister. She was never able to escape this string bad luck.
An ancient, wrinkled woman hobbled her way to his table. "I made this just for you," she said. She hobbled away.
"And now I have old ladies giving me pity cookies," Trina mumbled. He cracked open the cookie and the fortune fell on her table. It said, "Dont tell anyone. آپ must leave the city. آپ are in danger. Repeat: don't tell anyone."
She comtemplatrd it, assumed it was a joke and left. She did catch a تیز رو, سوئفٹ glance of the old woman before walking out the door.
"Complete rubbish," she muttered. "I don't believe in what old ladies send me." The fortune was getting warm in her pocket and the cookie's taste lingered on her tongue.
Walking down the Manhattan sidewalk, she sensed something close behind. Was it the danger that supposedly coming for her.
Trina began I run madly down the street. She was terrified of what she believed to be her fortune. The small meow of a cat stopped. What she thought was a killer, was merely a tabby cat.
That night, as Trina slept in her bed, an unknown friend came a tapping at her window. He wasn't just an ordinary friend. This one came with a message which he wrote all over the walls with a red substance.
آپ can probably imagine how Trina felt when she awoke to see the message written in her walls with what she believed to be blood. It read, "Every گھنٹہ of this will mark the countdown یا your death."
"What have I done to deserve such treatment?" She shouted upon no one in particular.
Having no one to turn to but her best friend Libby. She trudged to her house on foot. Trina's car was totaled,
Everytime Trinamdared to go outside, she always had the feeling that someone was closely watching her. She told Libby of her discoveries but Libby was مزید interested in her own affaires. Libby was engaged to some actor. Trina wasn't listening. She was مزید worried about herself then Libby's engagement.
It was around noon when the first strike of misfortune happened. Trina was still at Libby's house.
Trina's unknown friend had made a mini Earthquake to apear only on Libby's home. The lamps, pictures, television, and everything else were toppling over. One lamp literally flew over to Linny and instantly killed. The Earthquake stopped but Libby was still dead.
Trina was now crying her eyes out over her dead friendl there was only one way to solve her problems and that was to speak to the old lady.
The old lady was shocked to still see her. "Why are آپ here?" The old woman hissed as Trina came through the door. "You must board that plane."
"I just want to know why I am in danger."
"We must not talk here." She glanced around the restraurant. "Spies are everywhere. We will talk after I am off duty." Trina never got the chance to speak to the woman because Trina's unknown friend kidnapped we before she could get off work.
Now Trina had no one to turn to for answered. She was truly all alone in the big city. Her unknown friend would destroy her for not following what he told Trina to do. She didn't flee. She didn't keep it to herself and for that Libby and the old lady were gone.
The End.
She strolled inside a nearby Chinese Restraurant that as filled with people. She sat down in the corner نشست and murmured her ordered the waitress. "Just a fortune cookie, please."
Her life had gotten so messed up when Kyle, her deadbeat fiancé, left her for her older sister. She was never able to escape this string bad luck.
An ancient, wrinkled woman hobbled her way to his table. "I made this just for you," she said. She hobbled away.
"And now I have old ladies giving me pity cookies," Trina mumbled. He cracked open the cookie and the fortune fell on her table. It said, "Dont tell anyone. آپ must leave the city. آپ are in danger. Repeat: don't tell anyone."
She comtemplatrd it, assumed it was a joke and left. She did catch a تیز رو, سوئفٹ glance of the old woman before walking out the door.
"Complete rubbish," she muttered. "I don't believe in what old ladies send me." The fortune was getting warm in her pocket and the cookie's taste lingered on her tongue.
Walking down the Manhattan sidewalk, she sensed something close behind. Was it the danger that supposedly coming for her.
Trina began I run madly down the street. She was terrified of what she believed to be her fortune. The small meow of a cat stopped. What she thought was a killer, was merely a tabby cat.
That night, as Trina slept in her bed, an unknown friend came a tapping at her window. He wasn't just an ordinary friend. This one came with a message which he wrote all over the walls with a red substance.
آپ can probably imagine how Trina felt when she awoke to see the message written in her walls with what she believed to be blood. It read, "Every گھنٹہ of this will mark the countdown یا your death."
"What have I done to deserve such treatment?" She shouted upon no one in particular.
Having no one to turn to but her best friend Libby. She trudged to her house on foot. Trina's car was totaled,
Everytime Trinamdared to go outside, she always had the feeling that someone was closely watching her. She told Libby of her discoveries but Libby was مزید interested in her own affaires. Libby was engaged to some actor. Trina wasn't listening. She was مزید worried about herself then Libby's engagement.
It was around noon when the first strike of misfortune happened. Trina was still at Libby's house.
Trina's unknown friend had made a mini Earthquake to apear only on Libby's home. The lamps, pictures, television, and everything else were toppling over. One lamp literally flew over to Linny and instantly killed. The Earthquake stopped but Libby was still dead.
Trina was now crying her eyes out over her dead friendl there was only one way to solve her problems and that was to speak to the old lady.
The old lady was shocked to still see her. "Why are آپ here?" The old woman hissed as Trina came through the door. "You must board that plane."
"I just want to know why I am in danger."
"We must not talk here." She glanced around the restraurant. "Spies are everywhere. We will talk after I am off duty." Trina never got the chance to speak to the woman because Trina's unknown friend kidnapped we before she could get off work.
Now Trina had no one to turn to for answered. She was truly all alone in the big city. Her unknown friend would destroy her for not following what he told Trina to do. She didn't flee. She didn't keep it to herself and for that Libby and the old lady were gone.
The End.
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, یا things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if آپ die from laughter, یا possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My دوستوں all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
یا was it سیب, ایپل Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My دوستوں all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
یا was it سیب, ایپل Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH سیکنڈ پسندیدہ CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH پسندیدہ CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND پسندیدہ IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND ماند, خلوت خانہ I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA گلابی YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the دل and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee یا loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned یا tainted یا overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I دکھائیں signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much مزید green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give آپ nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, یا copper یا even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
آپ can get your own fairy and wish for whatever آپ want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much مزید green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give آپ nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, یا copper یا even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
آپ can get your own fairy and wish for whatever آپ want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around