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Facade“How’s the meeting?” he asked.
“I want to stab everyone.” I admitted. “Don’t get blood on your dress. We have dinner reservations at seven.” he chimed. “Love you for enabling me” I confessed. “Love you too!” he concluded, then hung up. I loved that his humor was like a lifeboat for our relationship (Simile). He always made me feel better; even if it was a quick remark to cheer me up. It was like he knew that I was in a uncomfortable situation or felt like gum under someone’s shoe (Simile). He had the kindess eyes and the most beautiful smile. The combo could light up a room the minute he walked in. Too bad it was all a facade.
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Exit Strategy“What’s our exit strategy” he asked.
“Our what?” she answered. “Oh my god, we’re all going to die” he choked. “I plan as I go!” she confirmed. “Really! You don’t have a plan to get out of here?” he cried out. “Hey! You’re the one who tagged along and didn’t ask questions!” she commented. “Tagged along?! You threw me in the car with rope and duct-tape! You didn’t give me a choice!” he accused. “Well, I guess you’re going to die then” she remarked back. “What! No! Get us out of here!” he demanded. “Well, there’s a door.” she hissed. THeir Hurried paths to destinies...The two strangers woke up late and were running late to work. They each threw on their suites and grabbed their briefcases and ran out the door in a quickly manor and they almost forgot their keys and coffee on the way out (polysyndeton). They each ran, in opposite directions, towards the train station. They kept running; coffee and papers flew into a mess as the two strangers collided on their hurried paths, unaware their densities were now intertwined (2nd Colon explains the first).
I don't want it to get better...After it happened, everyone tried to comfort me, and told me it would be okay. That everything would be okay. That everything would turn out alright in the end. I sure hoped it wouldn’t. Because little did they know, I was the one who had caused the problem, and I had done it for a reason.
I had done it cause chaos in hell it was to become. I cause the fire that killed the many students. I allowed for the waxed wood to burn till it was only ashes. I killed all her followers (not that they were hard to kill) (Parenthesis). It was her time to burn for what she had done. That's why i don't socialize...The bustle of people in every direction. The constant gossip of younger human beings. The constant interworking of narcissism. The constant clash of cultures that create the blood covered walls. The people work separately; they don’t care for the others. That is why I don’t socialize I don’t like the talking, I don’t like fake faces, I don’t like the constant narcissism (Parallelism).
"I Saved your Life""I saved your life!" he screamed at me.
"You pushed me off a buliding!" I roared back. " Well! You're still alive!" he groweled back. "You should of let me die! I roared once again. "Maybe I should of!" he once agian screamed at my face. He was getting really close to my face. His lips were perfect. His cupid's bow was at the most persise shape. His eyes were the color of the sky before a thunderstorm. What happenend to us? Why did we fall apart? He was the organized chaos in my life (Paradox). CHildern's Book part 2 and endWe saw many things while we explored. There was beautifully colored birds, four-legged cats with unique coats, and the natives of the forest, just to few of the things we saw. “Patrick! Time for dinner!” the creative non believing Mother-beast screeched (Oxymoron). I knew she loved me, but she didn't believe my great adventures. Soon two rare, white colossal apes grab me by surprise. Their grip on my legs was tight and quite wounding. I held on to the the nearest tree with all my might. They wanted dinner! I wanted freedom! “Patrick! Time for dinner! Stop fighting! It’s your favorite tonight! It’s Taco Tuesday! Honey! Get his arms!” The female ape roared. “No! I will not be your dinner tonight! Bart! Bart! Save me!” I screamed from the top of my lungs. He was nowhere to be seen. I guess, I was going to have to save myself in this situation. I bite down the male ape’s furry arm and make my daring escape back into the jungle. TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT ADVENTURE AND KEEP YOUR IMAGINATION SHARP... THe beginning of my CHildren's BookHi, my name is Patrick! Oh! And this is Bartholomew--Sorry! I mean Bart. Don’t start your growling at me!
We go on many adventures. We have searched for buried treasure, gone on safaris to the great unknown, deadly shoot outs with rough and tumble outlaws just to name a few (Oxymoron)-Sorry! I totally forgot Bart! I forgot to add the harmful toboggan races from the abominable snowman last winter. The day started out like every other day. Bart wakes me up by attacking me from a dead sleep. When having a large lion pounce on you. It wakes you up quite abruptly. “Patrick! Get Up! What are we going to do today?” He roared loudly into my ear. “Well, us adventure seekers need a hearty breakfast to start the day” I replied sleepily. After eating a hearty breakfast. I start to strategize what we plan to explore that day. A steep bluff materialized in front of me. I yelled for Bart, but he is nowhere to be seen. I climb vigorously to the top. I reach the top of the huge bluff. Bart still hasn’t made his appearance. Then... WHAM! A mammoth sized lion’s body toppled me to the cliffs edge (Onomatopoeia). “Finally! You made it! You are the slowest climber ever to walk this earth!” Bart growled at me. “You could of helped me! Now, get off me!” I yelled. I took in my surroundings after catching my breath. The cliffs withdrew and made the vast jungle seem much more apparent. “Wow! Well… I know what we are going to do today.” I confirmed to Bart. Bart nodded The jungle was so expansive I thought it would swallow us whole. We explored for hours, but made no headway into the continuous undergrowth of the jungle floor. Describe your love interest's eyes without using the color.I could get lost in those eyes of his. They are constantly filled with kindness. They are a pair of pine forests looking right back at you (Metaphor). The golden elimination of the two o’clock rays shine through the needle covered branches. Making the richness of the branches more apparent to the naked eye (Metonymy). The pair of forests are never ending. The more one walks the more they are lost in the endless beauty of the pine forest. The more they walk they fall more in love with being behind the forest of trees.
If we were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say? If we were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say? I think mine would say “She has a mouth of a sailor, She can control a 1200 lbs animal, don’t anger her” (Hyphora). If I had this warning it would save a lot of people from getting my blunt opinion straight. Most of the time I am quite profession in most settings, but if you ask me to be straight with you I am. I am not going to sugar coat it. There is nothing productive in wasting time beating around the bush. I won’t be really mean. I don’t do mean, but if one person wants my opinion straight up. I will give them just that. I had someone once tell me “Your opinion didn’t help me in the long run at all” (Litotes). So I believe my warning label should say “She has a mouth of a sailor, She can control a 1200 lbs animal, don’t anger her”. I swear like a sailor too. I also love horses.
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