That Monday morning was just like all the others, calm, peaceful, and exceptionally windy, as is the norm here in our little country village. I got up from my bed, giving my messy black hair a quick comb with my fingers, and rubbing the sleep from my light blue eyes. I ate breakfast, packed my lunch, and walked out the door to do the days shopping just like my mother asked me to. I walked the long trek from our farm into town, expecting the normal mostly empty streets and sleepy shopkeepers opening for the day, instead I found the streets packed with people running to and fro. I saw a flash of short dirty blond hair, pale skin, and a black dr
Dreamless series (ch.2 Dream or Truth?) by Bekbarber, literature
Literature
Dreamless series (ch.2 Dream or Truth?)
I suddenly woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, it was six, time to get ready for school. For a while I just sat in bed, with my heart pounding for some reason. I looked around at my plain room, white walls with white furniture, and barely any decorations, courtesy of my parents. I slowly got out of bed, turned off the alarm, and was getting dressed into my uniform when I suddenly remembered that I had had a dream last night. I rushed over to my dream journal to write it down, but it was already fading from my mind. I wrote down what I remembered quickly, straining my brain to remember but all I got was the image of the guard, the fatty, a
Dreamless series (ch.1 The Nightmare of Reality) by Bekbarber, literature
Literature
Dreamless series (ch.1 The Nightmare of Reality)
Life sucks. I mean it is seriously unfair the jerks, brats, and snobs get everything good wile all the nice, giving, underprivileged, freakish, weirdoes get nothing but sorrow and pain. Does that sound fair to you? I didn’t think so, but lucky for you this story does not have a bad end. Sure there are bad parts but we live through them right? So this is my story of an adventure trough madness and into something grater, let us begin. I was only 7 years old when it happened, nothing major, just enough to kill me inside, I was betrayed, humiliated, lost, and I was never the same, I grew up that day. I stopped trusting people, I stayed in t
That Monday morning was just like all the others, calm, peaceful, and exceptionally windy, as is the norm here in our little country village. I got up from my bed, giving my messy black hair a quick comb with my fingers, and rubbing the sleep from my light blue eyes. I ate breakfast, packed my lunch, and walked out the door to do the days shopping just like my mother asked me to. I walked the long trek from our farm into town, expecting the normal mostly empty streets and sleepy shopkeepers opening for the day, instead I found the streets packed with people running to and fro. I saw a flash of short dirty blond hair, pale skin, and a black dr
Dreamless series (ch.2 Dream or Truth?) by Bekbarber, literature
Literature
Dreamless series (ch.2 Dream or Truth?)
I suddenly woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, it was six, time to get ready for school. For a while I just sat in bed, with my heart pounding for some reason. I looked around at my plain room, white walls with white furniture, and barely any decorations, courtesy of my parents. I slowly got out of bed, turned off the alarm, and was getting dressed into my uniform when I suddenly remembered that I had had a dream last night. I rushed over to my dream journal to write it down, but it was already fading from my mind. I wrote down what I remembered quickly, straining my brain to remember but all I got was the image of the guard, the fatty, a
someone who i never met or even know existed (im sorry) just gave me a lama badge for apparently no reason... im freaking out! WHY DID THEY GIVE ME ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you know in alice in wonderland the mad hatter asks alice why a raven it like a writing desk and im not sure if every one else already knows and im just slow but the ansewer is they both have qills/fethers are both on a raven and back then also used as writing pens!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so smart... maybe.
okay i have to post stuff or my friend will post PRIVATE!!! embarrassing stuff about me so yeah...
french people sometimes scare me but not always
my life is depresing
and for you hetalia lovers my personality is a cross between Prussia and Canada, mostly Canada ;)
so yah that's it!