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Ingrid Johnson was a strange character, she never wore what the popular kids believed which trend was in, nor clothes that were black with skulls and ripped from top to bottom. Not Ingrid, she was one of those quiet girls who sat in the back of the classroom, a simple life, with parents and a spoiled little brother for a sibling, this was her quiet life and she enjoyed it. It was not till the day when the two most popular girls in her class decided to sit near the back, Lisa and Sarah, they were fairly pretty with the mounts of makeup they on, both blonde it was hard to tell who was who, but they were at least nice to your face. Ingrid tried

Joy came back home again, This time with a robin She took all the praise and love My mother could offer While I took care of the corpse I shouldn't complain really, There have been far worse cases One situation I found a baby bat, Dead beside her puffy pink bed As for her, curled up with a blanket Wrapped around her silky fur Joy's not a quiet animal, like most She tries to act the part Sleeping the day away Or catching all the mice But there's one thing she loves And that's a real good fight She’s menacing and not afraid to bite With her sassy pace made by her paws Fur the same colour as a die And eyes of a hunter, green and misty

Being blind, is being a missing note from a song Floating along the sounds of crowds Listening to sweet voices of mother's   Soothing the baby cries when the men Are playing catchy tunes for a hard earn 'It must be hard' they say   Not knowing what the light is The light might be glowing but the warmth is there, Warmth of the sun rays beaming down, The warmth of love ones tending to their care Their eyes will be resting forever But their hearts will beat on every day Facing challenges of our basic life's, Confused of colours and remembering voices, The continuous cycle of their life I believe the blind are floating notes Writing

Arachnophobia, fear of spiders Those eight legged   Death defying species That shows up uninvited to your home Crawling on walls Or sticking to a ceiling   That sends shivers straight down your spine Getting the sense of something Crawling up along your leg When cooked up the nerve To catch a creepy crawly With a magazine in one hand And a plastic cup in the other You feel brave enough to conquer the phobia But, fail to catch the tiny beast,   It escapes with speed   Dragging the long thin legs behind And hides away outta sight   Waiting for the right time for revenge Once spotted either crawling   Across the ground   Even along

Take care of our children, Hun Tell them the world isn't ready for beauty yet I’m going away to clean Hitler’s mess Before an English man knocks me down Almost two years have passed now, dear The thought of you and our children keep me sane But all have been alert, since the Americans joined How much power and death, for this to end Its ending they say, ending to death, my lady The bombs have stopped falling; it must be near the end I would give my life to see my children’s faces one more time Neither letters nor drawings this time, were you’re needs more important than mine? It’s over, the Americans are chee

He had the audiences undivided attention when the buzzer went off and his number was announced, He clinched his hands tight on the chair feeling as the eyes of the crowd was a heavy weight pushing down on him. One gulp which was painfully endured from a ticklish throat, he got up, and nervously walked to the red X on the stage floor, there he stood with his arms almost glued together behind his back and waited for the word to be called. 'Your word is Triskaidekaphobia' the lady at the buzzer called out. The boy froze, even the lady couldn't pronounce the word correctly. 'Could I have the definition please' he asked quietly. 'Triskaidekaphobi

My mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seen she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile My mommy wears her favorite colors and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses I did her makeup once and we were models for a day she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper or the girl who falls in love with a frog When I see mommy on the weekends she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses mommy asks me about my week but I thought she already knows because I heard mommy's are always around Sometimes when she's not with me I can hear her in the other room crying telling herself why did it happened to her when I ask daddy, he says

'Ms Jones!' A voice called from the distance, 'Ms Jones..., a pleasure to meet you, name’s George...George Smith' he panted running towards her. When George managed to reach the woman, she stood with her legs tight together and her arms behind her back, her hazelnut hair was tied in a messy bun and wore a knee length silky pink dress, 'Pleased to meet you Officer Smith' she happily said. 'I see you’re a new face to Boston?'   'Yes Ma'am, straight up from Virginia, first day on the job,' 'This crime scene is all quite exciting really, a lady's corpse in the middle of the street, the gal must have been sick to the bone with life'.

I guess I will start at a young age when I was the chubbiest baby on my street, I used to parade around on my mother’s dining table, teasing my spoilt sister. But one day I tripped up on a delicate swan made from a napkin and toppled on my forehead, since then I was remarked as the “clumsy” child in the family and I’m still trying to revoke my reputation. I wouldn't blame my self being clumsy, it’s only one trait of many I have and now whenever I topple on my forehead, I can play it off smoothly with a giggle. My coach says I’m destined for great success in future of what I do, Sadly I can only look at mys

The horse came back alone, with horror I pushed away from my windowsill that made me trip over my dirty laundry, I manage to pick myself up and race out of the room. As I collided with the wall next to the staircase, I forcefully pushed against the wall to add more power to my jump, I manage to leap past five or six steps and the rest were leg work. I soon got to my front door, slammed the handle down and violently swung the door open, it wasn't like me to do such a thing, but seeing that horse without the rider made me want to faint. As I was running through the field, my mouth was dry and my heart beat so hard I thought it would burst from