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The 'Cat' Girl Part 2 It's been three months since Justin and Rose confessed there love for each other. They've happily continued to go out and grow ever closer to one another. Justin has been happier than ever before and his classmates have come to notice this change. He is taking his classes much more seriously and has become a top student in his class right along with Rose. He has also become a person o which everyone seeks for advice or friendship. Everything is going well for this cute couple. Rose continues to be her happy, caring self, and continues to wear her cat ears. However, both of their lives are about to take a drastic turn. It was the last day of February, and it was storming hard. Justin was in his room a bit saddened that he had not been able to see or hear from rose all day. Worrying if she was alright or not he decided to pay a visit to her home. Putting on his raincoat and packing his bag with some soup and snacks, he walked out in the harsh weather. It too
The 'Cat' Girl Justin sat in the corner of the class as he always did. never fully paying attention to the lessons, but keeping an eye out for a pair of cat ears. That is, the ears belonging to the most popular girl in school. "There they are,"Justin said, "sitting atop her head like always." Rose, the most popular girl in school. Popular not only because of her look, but because of her intelligence, athleticism, and her strong, yet kind, personality. Whenever she spoke her voice seemed to soothe the very soul of a person. Her eyes, a brilliant sky blue color, gave the sense that she could look into your soul and find out what was troubling someone. All that was an outlook on Justin's part, but he considered her a one of a kind person. An angel if he was giving a representation of how he saw her. Justin, continuing his thoughts, began to feel a bit pained and sighed, "She would never go for someone like me. I'm not smart, athletic, or rich for that matter. How
Cliche? The warrior lay sprawled face down, bleeding and dirtied. He contemplated on whether or not he should give up, to just lay there and die. But then he heard her voice calling out to him. He turned his head slightly and saw the love of his life calling out for him to get up. Right then and there he made his decision, or rather, it was made for him the entire time. Slowly he lifted his heavy body, coughing up blood as he stood straight. The ominous figure that had caused his predicament now turned slowly to face the warrior. Under his helmet he smirked and scoffed at the warrior "You can't possibly think that you can continue to fight me." The warrior replied with a smirk of his own. Lifting his sword into a battle stance he charged and locked blades with his adversary. The warrior knew, that deep down he could beat his opponent, as long as he was fighting to protect the one he loves. As he continued to strike his opponent's blade, he felt strengthened, even more-so than befor
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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