sit back now young ones while I tell toi the story of the first Saviours.
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make toi happy,sad ou whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, toi see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell toi happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that titre fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 an old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken par the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some nourriture and rest before the suivant part comes out.
well I hope toi enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for toi trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
The Saviours are a long and old race reaching back as far as the dawn of time they behold powers beyond our imagination. They can give life ,they can make toi happy,sad ou whatever they wish but most of all they hold the powers of truth, light and life. For years they have been fighting of the men of evil, called demons, and they have been winning but only just. The demons though they are biding their time waiting for their chance to shine and rule, the demons are stronger than any Saviour the powers they contain in their souls are lies, sin, death, dark and disaster.Butt the power that both the demons and Saviours share is the power of writing, toi see kids whatever they write comes true.
And the story I'm about to tell toi happened years and years ago. When the Saviours where still winning, and our 2 Saviours are called Sir Arthur of Camelot and a simple peasant Stan Masterson.
They were the leaders of The Saviours at that time, yet they were not the most powerful of the Saviours, that titre fell on the shoulders of a simple 12 an old thief who sadly had no name and no parents.
His family were the Saviours. Yet at sometime it seemed they discovered he was stronger than any of them.But sadly he had been taken par the demons and no man dared ventured into the lands of the dead to take him back to our world. So sadly the boy is dying in the land of the dead and his story ends there.
But we still have a story to tell boy is it a doozy so go now young ones and have some nourriture and rest before the suivant part comes out.
well I hope toi enjoy it so if its a bit boring now for toi trust me it gets better so thats me done for that now bye
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
Please e-mail me ou comment. Tell me if toi like this segment ou not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
i was a normal 18 an old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( plus like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i a dit " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he a dit " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he a dit " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
toi couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all toi want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
toi wish toi could help them,
through the pain,
but toi can't,
toi can only watch,
from the sky.
toi can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
toi put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
toi may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one plus thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring toi happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all toi want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
toi wish toi could help them,
through the pain,
but toi can't,
toi can only watch,
from the sky.
toi can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
toi put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
toi may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one plus thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring toi happiness and peace.
Here are some plus texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail ou text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.
2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.
3.Staying in lit on Sunday morning and lire the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.
4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot douche followed par a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.
5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I l’amour it!
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail ou text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.
2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.
3.Staying in lit on Sunday morning and lire the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.
4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot douche followed par a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.
5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I l’amour it!
