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My Dad he phoned me he phoned me yes I’m so glad or am I read to find out

repeat please read from diary entry one it should go on thanks or from the other Dairy entry two

The three men stood outside the decrepit house, all swabbed in a flowing black robes, their faces masked in shadow, the robes obscuring all detail. Snow lazily drifting past them, blanketing them and the footpath at their feet, the white making the men stand out in their black robes. Two of them were quite short, and shivered uncontrollably, while the third stood tall and strong. The snow melted as it settled on him, then turning to steam. Of the three, he was the only one that wasn’t shivering. They said nothing, only watched the bare door in front of them. It looked as if it would fall apart at the slightest touch, but all three men knew that it could withstand any attack that they threw at it, and some. The door was opened …

as the bladt its mark

and wept deep crismon tears

the world came crashing down,

taking everything with her,

a whole life-

and the surounding ones.

as the cold blade fell

and the weeping,

became more than just a weep,

the remains on her life were shed.

crumpled into the crimson puddle

that lies on the ground,

staining her favourite white dress-

but, as the tears began to slow,

the warmth of her body

began to cool.

Why did this happen to me Jazzmine Hannah writes Why Me Why Me WHY WHY WHY !!!!!!

I usually don’t write poems but I thought I’d give it a go. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

Hi all,

Usually I write in third person but everything else here is mostly in first, so I thought I’d give it a go. A bit of a cliche but oh well. Let me know what you think.

Hiya, this is my first entry, so plz tell me what you think. Here is my first paragraph to give you an idea of what it’s like; it’s mostly description and things start happening immediately after this. I hope you like it :)

Darren opened his eyes and sucked in a quick breath of air. He stood in an emerald green meadow with jewel-like flowers littering the grass. Flocks of birds in fantastical colours filled the place with song, each bird’s voice a gentle harmony to the others around it…

I know I will die, But do not cry, All you must do is say bye. I know I will wither, Where things do slither, And under the half moon they quiver. So don’t cry Matilda, I’ll pay a builder, With gold, pennies and silver. He’ll make me a grave, By shovel and spade, And that’s where I will be laid. I know I will die, But do not cry, All you must do is say bye.

Chapter 11 “For thousands of years, we have discovered new and amazing ways of bounding our love for our soul mates.” Coach walked around our class, every so often looking over our shoulders to make sure we were reading along with him. “Though there is always the complication—“ “Eww!” a few kids groaned in the back row. “Now, now. Settle down! Though—“ he continued, eyeing us warily, “there are complications like the interference of happening to stumble over someone else.