We had been training for this moment since the apocalypse.
Two years il y a a killer disease criss crossed the world. This disease killed people almost instantly. The people who were diagnosed died in a few horribly painful hours. Only a handful people survived. My twin sister, Victoria and I were one of those few people. Sadly, even our parents died of this disease. We were only twelve when it happened and I remember our parents begging on their deathbeds that we get the vaccine. The doctors would only give us the vaccine, not our parents.
We have planned every movement down to the minute.
Victoria and I ran up to the hole in the ground that was the entrance to the lab that had created and released the disease. Why they released the disease we don’t know. That is one of the reasons we have decided to go into this lab, to find out why our parents and the other people died.
“Umm… Alice…. Do toi ever think that maybe this plan is a bad idea?” Victoria says in a low, quite voice.
“You don’t want to know what happed to our parents. What about all those innocent people who died? What about those kids, and their parents? Do toi want them to die in vain? Do you!” I started to cry. “What about Mom and Dad? What if par doing this we can learn why they had to die.”
“No! I don’t want that... sorry… I guess I’m just nervous I will forget something. Then we would also be dead.”
This lab was supposed to have twelve levels under ground. We were to jump down to floor eleven taking everyone we could with us. Once we got down to the ninth floor we were supposed to jump through the window and go down to floor eleven on foot.
We opened the hatch and jumped in at the same time. All part of the plan, be constantly identical. It isn’t so hard since we are identical twins. We both grabbed our Sable knives that we found just two weeks after we were left all alone. Free falling to our deaths is nothing new to us. As I a dit before we have practiced every movement. As the floors raced par us I started to have seconde thoughts. Third floor, are we making a mistake? Fourth floor, to late to turn back. Fifth floor, we won’t come out of this alive. I have to stop seconde guessing myself. The floors are now speeding par at an amazingly fast speed. People stared out of the full glass windows as they raced down the stairs.
Ha! Try to see them catch up with us! Both of our chin length blonde hair looked like it had never been touched par this wind, Strange; now that I think about it I don’t feel any wind at all Even though we were racing down the circular tunnel carved out of this fortress. What was it with these people? Racing around with their white lab coats licking their heels, plotting how to kill people, making sure that there is no air flow, what next?
Two years il y a a killer disease criss crossed the world. This disease killed people almost instantly. The people who were diagnosed died in a few horribly painful hours. Only a handful people survived. My twin sister, Victoria and I were one of those few people. Sadly, even our parents died of this disease. We were only twelve when it happened and I remember our parents begging on their deathbeds that we get the vaccine. The doctors would only give us the vaccine, not our parents.
We have planned every movement down to the minute.
Victoria and I ran up to the hole in the ground that was the entrance to the lab that had created and released the disease. Why they released the disease we don’t know. That is one of the reasons we have decided to go into this lab, to find out why our parents and the other people died.
“Umm… Alice…. Do toi ever think that maybe this plan is a bad idea?” Victoria says in a low, quite voice.
“You don’t want to know what happed to our parents. What about all those innocent people who died? What about those kids, and their parents? Do toi want them to die in vain? Do you!” I started to cry. “What about Mom and Dad? What if par doing this we can learn why they had to die.”
“No! I don’t want that... sorry… I guess I’m just nervous I will forget something. Then we would also be dead.”
This lab was supposed to have twelve levels under ground. We were to jump down to floor eleven taking everyone we could with us. Once we got down to the ninth floor we were supposed to jump through the window and go down to floor eleven on foot.
We opened the hatch and jumped in at the same time. All part of the plan, be constantly identical. It isn’t so hard since we are identical twins. We both grabbed our Sable knives that we found just two weeks after we were left all alone. Free falling to our deaths is nothing new to us. As I a dit before we have practiced every movement. As the floors raced par us I started to have seconde thoughts. Third floor, are we making a mistake? Fourth floor, to late to turn back. Fifth floor, we won’t come out of this alive. I have to stop seconde guessing myself. The floors are now speeding par at an amazingly fast speed. People stared out of the full glass windows as they raced down the stairs.
Ha! Try to see them catch up with us! Both of our chin length blonde hair looked like it had never been touched par this wind, Strange; now that I think about it I don’t feel any wind at all Even though we were racing down the circular tunnel carved out of this fortress. What was it with these people? Racing around with their white lab coats licking their heels, plotting how to kill people, making sure that there is no air flow, what next?
I remember the jour I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for toi love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place toi could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with plus feu then toi could ever imagine.
plus passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the jour I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball, basket-ball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
ou I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told par hidden scars
Unable to montrer themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
ou I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told par hidden scars
Unable to montrer themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
The Writer Behind the Words
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom a dit quikly. fine all of toi girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella a dit in a sing song voice. lets go a dit the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an heure k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE amazone, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an heure k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted l’amour and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
