Flair sat at the topo, início of a 20 story building, her legs dangaling over the edge. She smiled and closed her eyes as the breeze flowed through her hair. She had on a black crop topo, início with the words 'love life' written in gold cursive letters across it and had on black skinny jeans. She wore black high topo, início converse and a black chain colar with a charm on it. She looked out over the city and sighed. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground below.
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the fogo escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down seguinte to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down seguinte to her.
"Oh Lane..." she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he said softly."I promise."
Comment and tell me if I should write the seguinte chapter.
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the fogo escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down seguinte to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down seguinte to her.
"Oh Lane..." she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he said softly."I promise."
Comment and tell me if I should write the seguinte chapter.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded por my thoughts, but no people. por my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat por me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded por my thoughts, but no people. por my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat por me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy dia ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven por 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 por lobos ,
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
Or 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 .
First person composição literária is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). You use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to you 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 segundo person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person books 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 you think?
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If you amor him,
Tell him so.
If you amor 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 amor you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you amor him,
Tell him so.
If you amor 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 you amor him,
Tell him so.
If you amor 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 amor you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I amor you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you amor me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you amor him,
Tell him so.
If you amor him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.