écriture for the Joy

jour par jour ,the blood covering the streets plus ,I don't know how I got here ,in this rue ,all I remember that I wanted to check out my sister if she's in the house ou not ,well ,looks like my feet lead me here again

the sun was covered par the raining clouds ,the dead bodies were everywhere ,people who survived were screaming to take the bodies away before the rain fall down ,I wanted to help them ,so I helped a woman to take her daughter's dead body away
when we entered to a place looked like a small hospital ,the woman hold her daughter ,I was standing suivant to her watching her crying on...

Chapter Eight: Hello, Stranger Please Don't Betray Me

      The guy stood in front of us. We needed to give him answer and fast. He was a spy and he probably knew plus then he was letting on. This make sit hard to trust him. Courtney immediately a dit yes. I gave her a glare and shrugged. Raven was nodding her head as while. It made me think. Were they up to something? Did they know the guy? They could have known him because he goes here for school. Actually, he seemed much older then the rest of us. He had boyish features but he certainly was someone who looks much older then 18.
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Chapter 2

Everyday, Prince geai, jay would go to the Kitsune's cage and gave her nourriture and Comfort for when she was sad. After a few days, Jays brother, Cole, Started to worry and went to their father, King George.

"I am worried about Jay" Cole told their Father, "He is always giving nourriture to that filthy Kitsune!"

"Let him do what he wants" King George told Cole, "He probably doesn't have real feelings for her, i think". Then he thought of an idea and told him his evil plan.

The suivant day, geai, jay heard crying. He ran down the stairs and saw Cole whipping the Kitsune while the Guards were laughing at her pain....

This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired par a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten par all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....