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Flight-A poem and Lizza-a short story
Here is the poem that I call flight. It is not nearly my best, and I only came up with it at school today, in like 3 min. but I like it.
Flight Take flight Spread your wings wide Know the power they Can give you And stretch your wings Spiraling upward Into the atmosphere Updrafts leading you to bliss But what goes up Must come down When you fall Remember the joy of flight If you are lucky, Maybe your wings will return Spiraling upwards Into space Peaceful, away from earth Bliss forever This is a short story that I wrote, I am just getting used to writing short stories, so please critique it! If it disturbs you, it could be because it disturbs everybody.... :lol: Lizza I remember, it all started two weeks ago when I first met Lizza. She was sitting alone on a bench in Corner Park. I felt sorry for her, a big mistake, but I never let anyone who looked that sad sit alone. When I asked her what was wrong, she looked up at me and smiled, her green eyes meeting mine for the first time. After that, it was easy enough for us to be friends. We never really got close enough in those two weeks to share secrets. This afternoon, she called me on my cell phone and asked me to come to her house. I agreed, and since I had never been there, she gave me instructions. I followed the directions, but instead of a house, I found an empty store. Through the foggy window, her green eyes met mine for the last time. Before I knew what was happening, a bullet ripped through my chest. Before my soul left my body, I noticed Lizza head across the street to Corner Park and sit on a bench alone. |
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