I'm not exactly sure were I'm going with this,but I'm thinking their wizards. Tell me whatcha think,please.
Siddalee's dark blue curls were pulled back in a long ponytail; her mother had hastily fixed it in fear of being late to the Christmas party. Of course they were as early as ever,seeing as Sid was thirty منٹ early to the babysitters house.
A small hand reached up and tugged on that very same ponytail.Three سال old Siddalee's hair immediately turned a fiery red as a result of her anger and she spun to glare at the person whose hand it belonged to.
"Meanie," she whispered. Jinx,her neighbor who was also being babysat, just grinned at her then when the babysitter turned around,stuck his tongue out.
"You-you…" her three سال old brain couldn't think of a word strong enough to call Jinx without getting her in trouble with the babysitter. So instead,she reached her chubby little hands out and chased Jinx around,her bright hair trailing behind her.
"Jinx!" the babysitter shrieked as he skidded around her to avoid being hit سے طرف کی Sid. She grabbed a hold of the five سال old's waist,lifting him off the ground. She also pushed her foot out to keep Siddalee from pouncing into her arms. "I told آپ to leave each other alone." she کہا sternly and, after directing Siddalee to a well deserted living room,sat her on the large سوفی, لٹانا and absentmindedly handed her a dog toy to keep busy with,she dropped Jinx to the floor and started to ignore them.
Sid threw the dog toy down on the floor in disgust after realizing it was covered in slobber.
Stupid boys,she thought as she kick her socked foot against the leather couch. Sid glanced over the edge,and seeing as she was too small to get off,she pouted and leaned against the back of the couch.
"Awh,poor wittle Siddy to small to get off the couch?" Jinx taunted beneath her. She crossed her arms stubbornly and looked down at him. His bright green eyes were crossed and he was making one of those fishy faces.
I'll دکھائیں him,she thought as she leaned آگے and tumbled off the couch.
Sid sat up quickly and glanced around her empty room. It was dim and she could barely see a thing. First thing she thought of was her dream,which occurs pretty often since it's the only vivid memory she has of such a young age. She had fallen off the سوفی, لٹانا at age three and landed with her arm stretched out in an attempt to catch herself. The position she landed on caused her shoulder to be dislocated and it pushed up through her skin. The baby-sitter had gone ballistic, rushing around the house and calling the ایمبولینس before calling even calling Sid's parents.
She reached up a little and rubbed the scar on her bare,freckled shoulder. The slightly puckered skin felt familiar as she ran her fingers lightly over it.
Now,eleven years later,she didn't really care about it anymore. She had at the time because Jinx would never stop taunting her about it. Of course he still did,calling her stubborn,even a little stupid,to try and get off the couch. Even though there is nothing really to taunt her about.
Really,she thought,more annoyed now that she thought about it,there is nothing funny about it.
Her hand dropped and she stretched her arms high above her head,hearing her joints pop. Her feet were already planted firmly on the ground,how,she wasn't sure. Sid sleepily dragged her feet to bathroom and on the way,glanced at the clock. She had to squint her eyes kind of hard because it was still pretty dark and the fluorescent green light was burning her eyes. Almost five in the morning,it read.
Sid flicked on the bathroom light, waited until her eyes had fully adjusted and leaned over the sink. She stared at her deep purple hair. It tended to turn that color when she slept. Even though her hair was a lazy purple,her eyes were a bright blue that was in deep contrast with her tan skin.
There were dark marks,a sign of old age, all around the edge of her mirror. She's lived in this house since she was born and never once have they tried to fix up her bathroom.
Her room (except the occasional color change) was always the same; the large oak dresser سے طرف کی the door,her queen sized بستر off to the side سے طرف کی her window,and the glass ڈیسک that held all her homework and کتابیں (how the glass managed all that weight,she'd never know.)
She could now hear her mother knocking wildly on her bedroom door. "Siddalee! Wake up, we've got a long ride!"
Long ride indeed,she thought before starting to get ready.
Siddalee's dark blue curls were pulled back in a long ponytail; her mother had hastily fixed it in fear of being late to the Christmas party. Of course they were as early as ever,seeing as Sid was thirty منٹ early to the babysitters house.
A small hand reached up and tugged on that very same ponytail.Three سال old Siddalee's hair immediately turned a fiery red as a result of her anger and she spun to glare at the person whose hand it belonged to.
"Meanie," she whispered. Jinx,her neighbor who was also being babysat, just grinned at her then when the babysitter turned around,stuck his tongue out.
"You-you…" her three سال old brain couldn't think of a word strong enough to call Jinx without getting her in trouble with the babysitter. So instead,she reached her chubby little hands out and chased Jinx around,her bright hair trailing behind her.
"Jinx!" the babysitter shrieked as he skidded around her to avoid being hit سے طرف کی Sid. She grabbed a hold of the five سال old's waist,lifting him off the ground. She also pushed her foot out to keep Siddalee from pouncing into her arms. "I told آپ to leave each other alone." she کہا sternly and, after directing Siddalee to a well deserted living room,sat her on the large سوفی, لٹانا and absentmindedly handed her a dog toy to keep busy with,she dropped Jinx to the floor and started to ignore them.
Sid threw the dog toy down on the floor in disgust after realizing it was covered in slobber.
Stupid boys,she thought as she kick her socked foot against the leather couch. Sid glanced over the edge,and seeing as she was too small to get off,she pouted and leaned against the back of the couch.
"Awh,poor wittle Siddy to small to get off the couch?" Jinx taunted beneath her. She crossed her arms stubbornly and looked down at him. His bright green eyes were crossed and he was making one of those fishy faces.
I'll دکھائیں him,she thought as she leaned آگے and tumbled off the couch.
Sid sat up quickly and glanced around her empty room. It was dim and she could barely see a thing. First thing she thought of was her dream,which occurs pretty often since it's the only vivid memory she has of such a young age. She had fallen off the سوفی, لٹانا at age three and landed with her arm stretched out in an attempt to catch herself. The position she landed on caused her shoulder to be dislocated and it pushed up through her skin. The baby-sitter had gone ballistic, rushing around the house and calling the ایمبولینس before calling even calling Sid's parents.
She reached up a little and rubbed the scar on her bare,freckled shoulder. The slightly puckered skin felt familiar as she ran her fingers lightly over it.
Now,eleven years later,she didn't really care about it anymore. She had at the time because Jinx would never stop taunting her about it. Of course he still did,calling her stubborn,even a little stupid,to try and get off the couch. Even though there is nothing really to taunt her about.
Really,she thought,more annoyed now that she thought about it,there is nothing funny about it.
Her hand dropped and she stretched her arms high above her head,hearing her joints pop. Her feet were already planted firmly on the ground,how,she wasn't sure. Sid sleepily dragged her feet to bathroom and on the way,glanced at the clock. She had to squint her eyes kind of hard because it was still pretty dark and the fluorescent green light was burning her eyes. Almost five in the morning,it read.
Sid flicked on the bathroom light, waited until her eyes had fully adjusted and leaned over the sink. She stared at her deep purple hair. It tended to turn that color when she slept. Even though her hair was a lazy purple,her eyes were a bright blue that was in deep contrast with her tan skin.
There were dark marks,a sign of old age, all around the edge of her mirror. She's lived in this house since she was born and never once have they tried to fix up her bathroom.
Her room (except the occasional color change) was always the same; the large oak dresser سے طرف کی the door,her queen sized بستر off to the side سے طرف کی her window,and the glass ڈیسک that held all her homework and کتابیں (how the glass managed all that weight,she'd never know.)
She could now hear her mother knocking wildly on her bedroom door. "Siddalee! Wake up, we've got a long ride!"
Long ride indeed,she thought before starting to get ready.
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). آپ use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to آپ themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to سیکنڈ person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person کتابیں often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do آپ think?
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
what I'm writing isn't exactly an مضمون , but I hope آپ will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
inch سے طرف کی inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to love it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
