What do Du do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do Du panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do Du silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones Du Liebe them one Mehr time. oder because Du know it's futile to fight Abschicken to the lulling cold darkness Küssen at your eyelids? Do Du let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?
oder do Du float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. Du choose wisely.. Du wake up in a hospital bett with tubes and wires pricked into your skin possessively warding death into the shadows buying Du Mehr grains of sand. Sand.. Du remember jumping off a bridge into the ocean but panic and started to drown. Your herz had stopped. Your family held your gray lifeless body and sat with Du the entire time. Du hear your herz shakily beating refusing to extinguish its flame. Du put your hand over your heart, no your life and cry. Du have decided to swim ashore.
oder do Du float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. Du choose wisely.. Du wake up in a hospital bett with tubes and wires pricked into your skin possessively warding death into the shadows buying Du Mehr grains of sand. Sand.. Du remember jumping off a bridge into the ocean but panic and started to drown. Your herz had stopped. Your family held your gray lifeless body and sat with Du the entire time. Du hear your herz shakily beating refusing to extinguish its flame. Du put your hand over your heart, no your life and cry. Du have decided to swim ashore.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do Du see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When Du look at the world Du always see the small things. Du never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised Von ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… oder never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but Du ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When Du look at the world Du always see the small things. Du never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised Von ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… oder never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but Du ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be Artikel worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Friends are Sirens ( a different kind than Du think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring feuer and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it oder leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down Von the river
oder other times Von her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever Von her side
She’s avoided Von everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down Von the river
oder other times Von her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever Von her side
She’s avoided Von everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…