Well, hello!
In the 9th grade, I got a 6, which is equal to the english A+ in.. English!
I wonder how the story is, for others then my teachers and me.
In the 9th grade, I got a 6, which is equal to the english A+ in.. English!
I wonder how the story is, for others then my teachers and me.
The Last Straw
A girl sits lonely at an hill filled with soft and warm grass, the sky got a gentle blue color all over it, not a cloud to be seen.
«Finally the world has come to peace, finally.. Its all going to end..» The girl thought to herself, She layed down into the grass, giving a relieved sigh away.
«Finally.. Its over.» She said, and a tear appeared in her eye, it slowly slides down her face before eventually dripping down into the grass.
The girl breathed slowly and relaxed as she looked up into the beautiful sky.
Her hair had a darker brown color, while her eyes had to color of the brightest star that twinkled.
Her lips was tender and filled, and her body curves was a brilliant work.
And she had a name, and that name was «Sheila Redwood».
She was all alone, not even a bird was singing.
Sheila felt the breeze as it touched her pale skin.
In her left hand she had a flower, a blue one.
The clothes she was wearing were an old night gown that her mother gave her, before she passed away.
In the other hand, she had a Dagger, and the dagger was made of the finest steel covered with the greatest pelt as a sheath, though she had the dagger unsheathed..
Blood was dripping from it.
She looked around herself, and sat up sheathing the dagger.
Sheila didn't know what to do, she didn't know much about «War» and «Plagues».
You see, the war wasn't about a country or any type or kind of Resource.. It was about surviving.
It was an enormous explotion in a scientist lab, that made people go insane. The plage was called, before the bi-effects.. «No feel.», since it disabled every emotion and feeling a human had.
But after it.. Its called, «Tricking» and those affected to it, were called «Tricklings.».
Sheila was alone now, she was the youngest in her family, but they are gone. They are dead. Slain by the dagger she is holding herself.
She looked over the houses, the same house she lived in.
The same place the grew up in, the only place she and her family called «Home».
She smiled at it and tried to remember the old and good times.
The good times, with her family.
The years of happiness and the days of joy.
But her smile slowly turned into a sad frown as she saw smoke coming from one of them.
Her home.
Sheila ran upwards the hill, the fastest she could.
As she ran Sheila took her dagger out from the sheath, ripping the lower part of the Night Gown of, «Easier to run without this interfering», her thoughts went by.
After running a while, Sheila knew she was to late, as the smoke turned into a burst of fire that danced through her home.
The sparks from the fire ignited the Barn next to it.
Sheila ran even faster, since she knew that the animals still were inside the barn.
The horses and the cows shouted and screeched in pain, as the fire got more intensive.
Sheila loved her animals, and the animals trusted her.
Every living creature inside of the barn screamed of the pain..
Moments later Sheila had finally reached the barn only to see death, burned meat and dead horses was on the floor.
The cows was burned down to the insides and just the smell could kill a person, but she entered the blazing heat.
She looked for any surviving living creature when she saw something terrible..
A horse that had ripped itself out of the cabin it lived inside.
Out of fright it ran right inside the little room with Tools, or the «Tool Shed»..
The walls was weakened and fragile because of the Fire that a blazed around and inside of it.
The tools had pierced the horse, with nails from the wall stomped into its body, and a saw that was halfly through the leg. Screwdrivers that penetrated the skin of the horse, only the handle could be seen..
The knives left cuts and stabs all over the horse, some chain curled around it and fire slowly burning into its skin.
The worst part is..
It was crying.. To much in pain to make a sound..
As Sheila went over to it, to gently pat its head, it closed its eyes..
And finally died, relieved from its pain.
Sheila couldn't take this horrible sight and ran outside, patting some lonely sparks on her night gown with a flat hand.
She burst into tears when she thought of the pain and the sorrow, everything that her poor animals lived through the last moment of their lives.
But she were the unlucky one..
Her family picked each others to die, by straws..
Sheila picked.. The shortest straw..
Sheila nodded and accepted that she would be the one to live..
And in the same hour, she ran out to grassy fields.
And took her own life, with the same dagger that killed.. Her family.
She, at last.. The Last Straw..
Somethings ain't good I know. But remember English ain't my major language. AND It was clearly hard for me, I was writing this from a picture. A black and white one too.
A girl sits lonely at an hill filled with soft and warm grass, the sky got a gentle blue color all over it, not a cloud to be seen.
«Finally the world has come to peace, finally.. Its all going to end..» The girl thought to herself, She layed down into the grass, giving a relieved sigh away.
«Finally.. Its over.» She said, and a tear appeared in her eye, it slowly slides down her face before eventually dripping down into the grass.
The girl breathed slowly and relaxed as she looked up into the beautiful sky.
Her hair had a darker brown color, while her eyes had to color of the brightest star that twinkled.
Her lips was tender and filled, and her body curves was a brilliant work.
And she had a name, and that name was «Sheila Redwood».
She was all alone, not even a bird was singing.
Sheila felt the breeze as it touched her pale skin.
In her left hand she had a flower, a blue one.
The clothes she was wearing were an old night gown that her mother gave her, before she passed away.
In the other hand, she had a Dagger, and the dagger was made of the finest steel covered with the greatest pelt as a sheath, though she had the dagger unsheathed..
Blood was dripping from it.
She looked around herself, and sat up sheathing the dagger.
Sheila didn't know what to do, she didn't know much about «War» and «Plagues».
You see, the war wasn't about a country or any type or kind of Resource.. It was about surviving.
It was an enormous explotion in a scientist lab, that made people go insane. The plage was called, before the bi-effects.. «No feel.», since it disabled every emotion and feeling a human had.
But after it.. Its called, «Tricking» and those affected to it, were called «Tricklings.».
Sheila was alone now, she was the youngest in her family, but they are gone. They are dead. Slain by the dagger she is holding herself.
She looked over the houses, the same house she lived in.
The same place the grew up in, the only place she and her family called «Home».
She smiled at it and tried to remember the old and good times.
The good times, with her family.
The years of happiness and the days of joy.
But her smile slowly turned into a sad frown as she saw smoke coming from one of them.
Her home.
Sheila ran upwards the hill, the fastest she could.
As she ran Sheila took her dagger out from the sheath, ripping the lower part of the Night Gown of, «Easier to run without this interfering», her thoughts went by.
After running a while, Sheila knew she was to late, as the smoke turned into a burst of fire that danced through her home.
The sparks from the fire ignited the Barn next to it.
Sheila ran even faster, since she knew that the animals still were inside the barn.
The horses and the cows shouted and screeched in pain, as the fire got more intensive.
Sheila loved her animals, and the animals trusted her.
Every living creature inside of the barn screamed of the pain..
Moments later Sheila had finally reached the barn only to see death, burned meat and dead horses was on the floor.
The cows was burned down to the insides and just the smell could kill a person, but she entered the blazing heat.
She looked for any surviving living creature when she saw something terrible..
A horse that had ripped itself out of the cabin it lived inside.
Out of fright it ran right inside the little room with Tools, or the «Tool Shed»..
The walls was weakened and fragile because of the Fire that a blazed around and inside of it.
The tools had pierced the horse, with nails from the wall stomped into its body, and a saw that was halfly through the leg. Screwdrivers that penetrated the skin of the horse, only the handle could be seen..
The knives left cuts and stabs all over the horse, some chain curled around it and fire slowly burning into its skin.
The worst part is..
It was crying.. To much in pain to make a sound..
As Sheila went over to it, to gently pat its head, it closed its eyes..
And finally died, relieved from its pain.
Sheila couldn't take this horrible sight and ran outside, patting some lonely sparks on her night gown with a flat hand.
She burst into tears when she thought of the pain and the sorrow, everything that her poor animals lived through the last moment of their lives.
But she were the unlucky one..
Her family picked each others to die, by straws..
Sheila picked.. The shortest straw..
Sheila nodded and accepted that she would be the one to live..
And in the same hour, she ran out to grassy fields.
And took her own life, with the same dagger that killed.. Her family.
She, at last.. The Last Straw..
Somethings ain't good I know. But remember English ain't my major language. AND It was clearly hard for me, I was writing this from a picture. A black and white one too.