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
On a foggy jour ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven par two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted par loups ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
ou have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person écriture is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). toi use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to toi themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to seconde person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person livres often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do toi think?
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If toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something toi can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something toi can do.
