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TORN
Derek’s Perspective
I look down at the little rascal, soundly sleeping on the floor. I look around my extremely messy room with dirty clothes all over the floor. Carter happens to be sleeping on a few shirts of mine. My eggshell colored walls, which used to be white, are clearly covered in grime. There is a strong stench of wet dog, pizza, and some kind of rotting comida from underneath my bed. What a decision… I think to myself. I can’t believe that Jesse is making me get rid of him… I bend down to get Bailey, Carter’s old stuffed rabbit, so I can keep SOMETHING of his to remind me of him. I feel bad having to wake him up; he usually has nightmares and rarely sleeps well, but I have to if I am to do my girlfriend’s willing.
“Carter…” I whisper, “Wake up buddy!”
He slowly opens his one eye and thumps his tail quietly.
“That’s right! Today is a happy day!”
Today is happy day… I think, trying to convince myself. What a lie. He slowly and unstably gets up onto his three grayish brown legs. His floppy ears perked up just the slightest little bit. He walks up to me and looks up as if he is trying to say, “Hey! What’s up? What are we gonna do today?”
His story always makes my eyes well. He has been abused his whole life. His first owner had a spoiled son who wanted to own and know everything, so he naturally wanted a bow and arrow, as well as an instructor. However, the instructor was late to the first appointment, so the man put him out of business. He never did come around to getting his son a new instructor, so I suppose that the 13-year-old-boy tried to teach himself. However, Carter must have been walking around the yard with him and got in the way of an arrow. One eye left.
Another owner had one dia accidentally left Carter outside when they were about to leave for Phoenix and ran over him with their car. Three legs left.
I can only imagine the pain he has been through, and I know I’ll be adding to it por abandoning him.
“C’mon Carter,” I mutter as I drag myself down the ratty stairs in my old apartment and into my kitchen.
My cozinha consists of a lone island in the middle and a very crowded counter space. The only appliance I have is a microwave. Who needs an forno when a microwave is quicker and cheaper? There is some kind of red liquid, tomate sauce I believe, splattered all over the few cabinets I have. I open the cream colored cabinet and got out the Cinnamon torrada, brinde Crunch. I open up my leite and fix my cereal.
I sit down at my old mesa, tabela that I had to screw into the mural since it only has 2 legs. I whistle three times to Carter, a trick that I taught him, so that he will fetch my computer for me. Three minutos later after staring at my overly-soggy cereal, I pull up google Maps and try to decide where I should go to… abandon him. It should be pretty far away, so I don’t see him on the side of the road one dia and pick him up…. I think. This place is perfect! I think. The Sonoran Desert… I think. Not too close, not too far! I then go onto google procurar and find out that coyotes live there.
Are coyotes related to wolves? I think so… And I know that lobos are related to cachorros be placing him with his long lost Great Aunt Susan! That’d be great if I was reuniting. So, por putting him in this desert with the coyotes, I might him with family. That’d be great. Now I don’t feel as bad having to drop him off there. I think, finally convincing myself that I could leave Carter in good hands, hands that might just be his family! What a delightful thought.
I realize that Carter is watching me, and I’m suddenly worried that he knows what I’m planning. Then, I realize that he’s just staring at my comida and that I had forgotten to feed him. I pull out his bag of dry kibble and pour it into his bowl that says “Bad to the Bone” with a little bone painted onto it. He happily ate his breakfast, unknowing of his fate-to-be…
TORN
Derek’s Perspective
I look down at the little rascal, soundly sleeping on the floor. I look around my extremely messy room with dirty clothes all over the floor. Carter happens to be sleeping on a few shirts of mine. My eggshell colored walls, which used to be white, are clearly covered in grime. There is a strong stench of wet dog, pizza, and some kind of rotting comida from underneath my bed. What a decision… I think to myself. I can’t believe that Jesse is making me get rid of him… I bend down to get Bailey, Carter’s old stuffed rabbit, so I can keep SOMETHING of his to remind me of him. I feel bad having to wake him up; he usually has nightmares and rarely sleeps well, but I have to if I am to do my girlfriend’s willing.
“Carter…” I whisper, “Wake up buddy!”
He slowly opens his one eye and thumps his tail quietly.
“That’s right! Today is a happy day!”
Today is happy day… I think, trying to convince myself. What a lie. He slowly and unstably gets up onto his three grayish brown legs. His floppy ears perked up just the slightest little bit. He walks up to me and looks up as if he is trying to say, “Hey! What’s up? What are we gonna do today?”
His story always makes my eyes well. He has been abused his whole life. His first owner had a spoiled son who wanted to own and know everything, so he naturally wanted a bow and arrow, as well as an instructor. However, the instructor was late to the first appointment, so the man put him out of business. He never did come around to getting his son a new instructor, so I suppose that the 13-year-old-boy tried to teach himself. However, Carter must have been walking around the yard with him and got in the way of an arrow. One eye left.
Another owner had one dia accidentally left Carter outside when they were about to leave for Phoenix and ran over him with their car. Three legs left.
I can only imagine the pain he has been through, and I know I’ll be adding to it por abandoning him.
“C’mon Carter,” I mutter as I drag myself down the ratty stairs in my old apartment and into my kitchen.
My cozinha consists of a lone island in the middle and a very crowded counter space. The only appliance I have is a microwave. Who needs an forno when a microwave is quicker and cheaper? There is some kind of red liquid, tomate sauce I believe, splattered all over the few cabinets I have. I open the cream colored cabinet and got out the Cinnamon torrada, brinde Crunch. I open up my leite and fix my cereal.
I sit down at my old mesa, tabela that I had to screw into the mural since it only has 2 legs. I whistle three times to Carter, a trick that I taught him, so that he will fetch my computer for me. Three minutos later after staring at my overly-soggy cereal, I pull up google Maps and try to decide where I should go to… abandon him. It should be pretty far away, so I don’t see him on the side of the road one dia and pick him up…. I think. This place is perfect! I think. The Sonoran Desert… I think. Not too close, not too far! I then go onto google procurar and find out that coyotes live there.
Are coyotes related to wolves? I think so… And I know that lobos are related to cachorros be placing him with his long lost Great Aunt Susan! That’d be great if I was reuniting. So, por putting him in this desert with the coyotes, I might him with family. That’d be great. Now I don’t feel as bad having to drop him off there. I think, finally convincing myself that I could leave Carter in good hands, hands that might just be his family! What a delightful thought.
I realize that Carter is watching me, and I’m suddenly worried that he knows what I’m planning. Then, I realize that he’s just staring at my comida and that I had forgotten to feed him. I pull out his bag of dry kibble and pour it into his bowl that says “Bad to the Bone” with a little bone painted onto it. He happily ate his breakfast, unknowing of his fate-to-be…
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, or things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if you die from laughter, or possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I amor Harry Potter
Or was it maçã, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I amor Harry Potter
Or was it maçã, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH segundo favorito CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favorito CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favorito IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND antro, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA rosa, -de-rosa YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the coração and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee or loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned or tainted or overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I show signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much mais green
dragões that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And gatos that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give you nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, or copper or even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
You can get your own fairy and wish for whatever you want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much mais green
dragões that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And gatos that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give you nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, or copper or even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
You can get your own fairy and wish for whatever you want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around