Introduction:
Here, I give MY thoughts on things that need to be addressed, as such as The Presidential problems. Oh, and there's some stories and dark poems too.
Here is a true story that happened to me last year...
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By Patrick Henry
About a year ago, I had met Caitlyn, Fil, 'Pansie', and Christina. On Valentines day, I had gotton a valentine for everyone...except Derek, (Pansie). I had forgotten Christina....I wasn't sure she wanted me to give her one, so I did.
I had thought we were good friends, but I was wrong. A girl named Catherine, hated my guts, and tried to make me as angry as ever. It never worked.
About the second quarter, I heard Chrissie come up and say, "Ali wants you to read this. She says it's just too mean." I remember reading the note, and feel....angry and betrayed.
Chrissie and Brandy tried to help me find out who wrote it, I had decided on Catherine, because she hated me anyway, and Christina, because she seemed to draw away from me. When it was confirmed that they wrote the note, I ruined them in front of everyone in the group.
Fil, comforted me and told them how harsh they had been. I didn't care. The look of total shock and confusion on their faces was apologie enough. When I find the notes, I'll put them on my site.
Whem they get on, read them, then sign my guestbook and tell me what YOU would've done.
Attack in The Mall.
By Patrick Henry.
This is a sample of a slightly longer story I'm writing. It's about a bunch of people trapped in 'The Galleria.' A mall in San José California.
Gunfire roared down the hallway of The Galleria at a deafening pace. Sam turned and ran to the Glass shop. She had planned on running into the hardware shop, but that was two stores down, and she wouldn't be able to make it without the Terrorist noticing her first.
Sam stepped in and crawled under the counter. She saw two glass figurines: A unicorn and a bear, behind the counter. She knew they'd make a great weapon.
She smashed the bear, because she liked unicorns better and would only use it as a last resort, and picked the longer thicker jagged pieces. She picked one up, and placed it carefully in her pocket. She then picked up the unicorn and put it in her left pocket.
After she picked up the neccesary pieces, she walked slowly around the aisles, watching the sliding doors from the back of the shop. She walked over the next aisle, and peeked around the corner. No one there. She slipped across the next aisle, and saw empty shelves. She looked back and heard the doors swing open. Sam hurried to the next aisle, and a hand covered her mouth.
She smashed the unicorn over the persons head, and the glass tinkled and winked at her as it scattered across the floor.
"Over there! I heard a noise."
Sam stumbled backwards and found a locked closet. She moved farther to her left, and saw the main office. She slid open the door, and sat under a desk in silence. From her place, she could here everything that they were saying.
"Who the hell is this? Why does he have glass all over him? Who gives. Gimme the gun Penny. He's seen us, and he's almost dead. Lets....put him out of his misery."
Sam heard the person moan, and breathed in quietly. She hadn't seen him in person, and had guessed that he was a terrorist. Now she was responsible for the death of another.
The gun roared, and then there was silence. The man and the woman named 'Penny' high-fived each other and walked out of the store.
Sam sat there quietly crying for a few moments. She only snapped out of it when the blood started to leak under the door into the office. Sam sat up and gulped down. Every breath, every gulp, every thought of hers from now on would be of shame.
She reached up and sat in the rolling chair. She looked into the computer, and noticed it was off. She turned the ON power button ON, and waited. Nothing happened. The mall still had electricity, so it should work. She would have to go to the TINY Computer store and send an Instant Message for help.
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Poems, thoughts, and stories.
RIGHT! Here's a poem I wrote that made a few teary eyes, and a few chuckles.
ABANDONED
By Patrick Henry, COPYRIGHT C
The door opened fast,
a box was put out,
the package was dropped,
and the car turned about.
A whimper was heard,
a puppy was left.
The owners didn't want it,
because it was deaf.
It's paws touched the ground,
which was cold and was wet,
it gave a loud cry,
for it wanted to be pet.
The rain padded softly,
dampening his fur and his spirit,
cars whisked on by,
but the puppy couldn't hear it.
As it walked down the alley,
howling with hurt,
it sniffed something down,
in the moistened soft dirt.
Digging so sadly,
the night seeming dark,
the puppy sat down,
and started to bark.
He had dug up a large bone,
but that didn't matter,
his soul was hurt.
Possibly forever.
Crawling under the box,
he opened his mouth up and cried,
in the cold of the night,
The puppy Died.
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