Authors note: Hi, this is my first time publishing something that wasn't অনুরাগী fiction but its what I've been passionate about forever. So please forgive the inconsistent rhyming.
If I never saw আপনি again.
How happy my life would be!
I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!
No আরো nagging!
No আরো griping!
No আরো constant whining!
No আরো rants about how dreadful your life is!
I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.
Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!
No আরো yelling!
No আরো shrieking!
No আরো do this অথবা do that!
The very mention of my name দ্বারা your irritable voice makes my ears bleed buckets.
The look of your horrendous face when yelling at me makes me vomit on the inside.
To imagine my life without you.
Is like a dream that's impossible to obtain.
Oh well, whilst I sleep that dream I long is true.
Where I am so happy.
To never see you.
If I never saw আপনি again.
How happy my life would be!
I'd be jumping up and down the walls so full of glee!
No আরো nagging!
No আরো griping!
No আরো constant whining!
No আরো rants about how dreadful your life is!
I could be free from the locks that is your torn up mind, no longer a prisoner in my own home.
Aw the very thought of never hearing your voice again fills me with so much joy!
No আরো yelling!
No আরো shrieking!
No আরো do this অথবা do that!
The very mention of my name দ্বারা your irritable voice makes my ears bleed buckets.
The look of your horrendous face when yelling at me makes me vomit on the inside.
To imagine my life without you.
Is like a dream that's impossible to obtain.
Oh well, whilst I sleep that dream I long is true.
Where I am so happy.
To never see you.
This is just a preview image of a lovely Gothic Lolita, but not the same outlook as the girl described in this short -short- story :)
Are আপনি bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime আপনি serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, যোগদান this লেখা compeition! I will তালিকা five যেভাবে খুশী genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all আপনি have to do is write a short story from a genre অথবা theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. অনুরাগী Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. জীবন্ত (For অনুরাগী Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on ফ্যানপপ and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 শ্রদ্ধার্ঘ্য and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. অনুরাগী Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. জীবন্ত (For অনুরাগী Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on ফ্যানপপ and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 শ্রদ্ধার্ঘ্য and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him দ্বারা the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have আরো energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him দ্বারা the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have আরো energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
Rosella
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one আপনি প্রণয় in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the পরবর্তি দিন will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my প্রণয় ...is my rival....Time has stopped to আপনি as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've হারিয়ে গেছে almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if আপনি keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... অথবা one দিন you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so সত্বর
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow আপনি take life's পরবর্তি test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not গান গাওয়া loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. অথবা maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so সত্বর
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow আপনি take life's পরবর্তি test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not গান গাওয়া loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. অথবা maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
