So, I am alway on the look out for Schreiben contests with inspiring prompts for me to enter. I got really exited when I found this one:
link because I had an idea for it right away. I spent all afternoon researching the Battle of Little Bighorn, because I wanted to set it in the aftermath of that battle, and Schreiben it, instead of Schreiben a biography of William Blake that I was supposed to be doing for school :P. then, when I went to go Abschicken it, I figured out the people wanted me to sign up for a membership to their website for $6.75 a Monat to enter the contest, which I don't really want to. So, please read this, guys, and give me feedback, because I feel like I worked realy hard on it for nothing.
Aiyana focused on the rhythm of her footsteps and prayed to the spirits of the Earth and wind that they would give her the strength to carry on her journey. Her brown eyes burned from the glare of the setting sun that lay right in front of her, but she refused to turn her eyes from the path in front of her. The dusty Montana soil filled her moccasins and chaffed her feat. Sweat matted wisps of her glossy black hair, tied in two braids, to her forehead. Her deer skin dress was tattered and smeared with dirt. Aiyana believed at a very young age in the Cheyenne principles of nature and living spirits that connected everything on Earth. When a person respects the land around them, the spirits would guide Du and provide everything necessary for Du to live contently and peacefully. Aiyana knew how to connect with the spirits of soil, crop, water, and sky, and learned to Liebe them, but she knew no one person could own nature as if it was there possession. When the moon-skinned men first came to the Sacred Hill, she welcomed them because they were part of nature just as she was. Soon after meeting them, her blood began to boil against them. They had no respect for Earth and talked to her father as if their intentions were to keep the soil of the Sacred hügel to themselves, without sharing it with anyone else. Their lifestyle was stuffy, pompous, and boring; they never danced oder told stories, and looked down on Aiyana’s people when they performed their ritual dances. Her dislike for them collected in her herz and became Mehr and Mehr passionate every day. Then, on a summer day, the moon-skinned men, with their weapons of feuer and thunder, slaughtered her kin. She gritted her teeth as the visions of people she loved fell to the ground as the moon-skins unemotionally and ruthlessly went on with fighting. The survivors of the Cheyenne tribe were captured as prisoners; bound Von the hands and ruffed into a rickety train car. They were to be driven to a new place, so the moon-skins could posses Sacred Hill. Aiyana was last in line to be forced on the train, right after her mother. Right before she was thrust into the car, she stomped on her captivator’s foot, whirled around, and spat in his face. He, in turn, cuffed her face with the butt of his gewehr and pushed her to the ground. He yelled something not of her language, and signaled for the train to start moving. Smoke billowed out of the train and the wheels started to pick up speed before Aiyana had the strength to get up. The last thing she heard from the train was her mother screaming her name. As soon as she got back on her feet, she went to the battlefield and picked up a spear from one of her fallen brethren.
Now, she had only two things on her mind; her mother and revenge. She knew that the train had to follow the path of its tracks, and eventually it had to come to a stop. All she had to do was walk along the tracks and she would end up the same place as the moon-skins brought her mother. For the past two days and nights, all Aiyana did was march between the rails, eyes foreword and head held high, battling hunger, thirst, heat, and fatigue, and she planned to do so until she got to her destination oder dropped down dead. She was the face of perseverance, courage, and faith. Like her namesake, she was an “eternal blossom,” beautiful and graceful, but strong and powerful enough to make her mark in the universe, even after death.
link because I had an idea for it right away. I spent all afternoon researching the Battle of Little Bighorn, because I wanted to set it in the aftermath of that battle, and Schreiben it, instead of Schreiben a biography of William Blake that I was supposed to be doing for school :P. then, when I went to go Abschicken it, I figured out the people wanted me to sign up for a membership to their website for $6.75 a Monat to enter the contest, which I don't really want to. So, please read this, guys, and give me feedback, because I feel like I worked realy hard on it for nothing.
Aiyana focused on the rhythm of her footsteps and prayed to the spirits of the Earth and wind that they would give her the strength to carry on her journey. Her brown eyes burned from the glare of the setting sun that lay right in front of her, but she refused to turn her eyes from the path in front of her. The dusty Montana soil filled her moccasins and chaffed her feat. Sweat matted wisps of her glossy black hair, tied in two braids, to her forehead. Her deer skin dress was tattered and smeared with dirt. Aiyana believed at a very young age in the Cheyenne principles of nature and living spirits that connected everything on Earth. When a person respects the land around them, the spirits would guide Du and provide everything necessary for Du to live contently and peacefully. Aiyana knew how to connect with the spirits of soil, crop, water, and sky, and learned to Liebe them, but she knew no one person could own nature as if it was there possession. When the moon-skinned men first came to the Sacred Hill, she welcomed them because they were part of nature just as she was. Soon after meeting them, her blood began to boil against them. They had no respect for Earth and talked to her father as if their intentions were to keep the soil of the Sacred hügel to themselves, without sharing it with anyone else. Their lifestyle was stuffy, pompous, and boring; they never danced oder told stories, and looked down on Aiyana’s people when they performed their ritual dances. Her dislike for them collected in her herz and became Mehr and Mehr passionate every day. Then, on a summer day, the moon-skinned men, with their weapons of feuer and thunder, slaughtered her kin. She gritted her teeth as the visions of people she loved fell to the ground as the moon-skins unemotionally and ruthlessly went on with fighting. The survivors of the Cheyenne tribe were captured as prisoners; bound Von the hands and ruffed into a rickety train car. They were to be driven to a new place, so the moon-skins could posses Sacred Hill. Aiyana was last in line to be forced on the train, right after her mother. Right before she was thrust into the car, she stomped on her captivator’s foot, whirled around, and spat in his face. He, in turn, cuffed her face with the butt of his gewehr and pushed her to the ground. He yelled something not of her language, and signaled for the train to start moving. Smoke billowed out of the train and the wheels started to pick up speed before Aiyana had the strength to get up. The last thing she heard from the train was her mother screaming her name. As soon as she got back on her feet, she went to the battlefield and picked up a spear from one of her fallen brethren.
Now, she had only two things on her mind; her mother and revenge. She knew that the train had to follow the path of its tracks, and eventually it had to come to a stop. All she had to do was walk along the tracks and she would end up the same place as the moon-skins brought her mother. For the past two days and nights, all Aiyana did was march between the rails, eyes foreword and head held high, battling hunger, thirst, heat, and fatigue, and she planned to do so until she got to her destination oder dropped down dead. She was the face of perseverance, courage, and faith. Like her namesake, she was an “eternal blossom,” beautiful and graceful, but strong and powerful enough to make her mark in the universe, even after death.
"Oh my gawd! Lauren, Du like Jack?!" sagte Koshi. I blushed and replied,"... Yeah, so what?" she gave me a puzzled look, and then she caught up with my Frage of curiosity and rolled her eyes and said, "So what? Do Du even know the reason why it's a problem?" I shrug and say, "No," her face starts to get red like a cherry. I kreuz my arms, and shifted my weight on my left leg. "Why? Is it a problem if I like Jack?" Koshi looked down and looked at me like I should've heard."He wasn't a good boyfriend." I raised my eyebrows.What? Why hasn't anybody told me that Koshi and Jack were going out? Why? "Oh.My.GAWD!"
I know the way it eats your mind
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves Du silent, blind
Long after you've had enough
I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way Du feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves Du feeling used
I know the way it stabs your herz
The way it leaves Du here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear Du apart
The time Du really need
I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves Du blue
Du say Du see, when not really seeing
Du say Du know, but that's not true
I know the way Du try and hide it
But then Du know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie Du call friendship, I can't unravel.
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves Du silent, blind
Long after you've had enough
I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way Du feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves Du feeling used
I know the way it stabs your herz
The way it leaves Du here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear Du apart
The time Du really need
I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves Du blue
Du say Du see, when not really seeing
Du say Du know, but that's not true
I know the way Du try and hide it
But then Du know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie Du call friendship, I can't unravel.
Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the Weiter table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my Foto taken with you?'I asked.He sagte yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing Von and gave her my camera.She took the Foto of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are Du looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my Foto taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my Foto taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.