Metropolis Fail | o o o | (___) | o o | (___) ---------------------- The city. Day 1 //cross that. Day 2 it is// GFTD (goals for the day) -making toads --- //not roads, it is toads// The crew is working on it. Drilling in the ground to layer up the Tarmac. A mess. We couldn't really make toads so we went to make roads instead. Big mistake. Cars. Trucks to be precise. Rumbling and bumbling and shumbling and tumbling. No, I really mean it. Look. O-----O (llllll) - - - ^trucks' broken parts. Jsdjsjdjsjjdjsishediidjxhs ^worded description of the street. Day 2 //cross that. It's day 3// GFTD - fix damage --- I dug through my bank. The big one with a croaky knob. || ==O== || I don't know the password. I'll just turn it a bit here and there. At least I get money. . ^symbolic description of my money. //_\ ^me when I look at it. I'll just get people to help and I'll pay then with my wife's delicious cooking. She won't mind. Really. •_• ^my wife when I tell her to cook. Day 4 //my wife is gonna kill me// //omg, people are so nice! That's a dream. To make it come true they need the payback// _________________ ^street Stjsjsjxjdhxusjxhusbzjs ^worded description of my self . ^cooking pot contents ._. I try to confront her. She needs to know that I am the new president. And she has duties! She listens. That was simple. Now I make this a free market economy. That's it. ^peoples faces . ^my money and my control. I don't have to control the place anymore! Problem solved! Simply changing it to a free market economy was good. A place where government has no control over factors of production! Oh no $$$$$$ ^citezens current money ^theyre mood Don't blame me. I can't do anything )) ^me! ^my wife ;((( ^my son who wants $10,000 The end

Faithful Minds The teacher slammed the stack of books on the edge of the desk, causing a thumping book to echo through the room. It was just her and the desk and a stack of books. Of course I was there. But I am nothing. I shall better be seen. *re-appears* The school books have overlooked (like always). I dash through the empty room only to reach...a wall. I'll just break, of course. Most people would just sit there and say "oh no, a dead end" , but they are wimps. Me? Oh no brother, oh NO. *drills the wall* The wall is going from stage eleven to stage ten! The polish wall shows the inner rock. Very painful, I must add. The lift my foot up, careful not to let the pieces of rubble cause a bruise. My so-called girlfriend told me to wear shorts, and apparently she isn't my mum but believe me, I wouldn't listen to my mum either . So I walk ahead and ahead through the dark, closed, loooong room. I heard creeks and they got louder and louder. To be continued.... Anyways, while I stoop ahead, I hear a voice. Behind the walls... *jumps* "begone! Witches all gone today. Thy hast betrayed my humble souls" I snorted. So I screamed. And then I stopped. I listened to the echo that was pulsed by all that noise. I heard no echo. *lifts a club* *tried to lift a club I was hopeless, I and got nowhere. Well maybe just a few decametres but....I can still see the rubble behind me. And then simply out of nowhere and yes it was literally nowhere, a silhouette appears in the distance. It looked robust, and also slightly friendly. I felt it. I knew I was to do something. In story books, the wimpy character always hides. Certainly not me. I won't even shout and run to him, I'll run and trip. Yes, trip. *falls* Falling isn't a synonym of trip. Trip isn't a synonym of trips either. I fell at least 30 centimetres below. Nothing much, so I could pull my self up. The dark can blind me. But the sound scared the weird silhouette guy. I guess tripping wouldn't reach my goal. So I sit there in the dark and think as to why I even came here. But I am faithful to myself. And this is no time to stop. *pulls self up* I should like those guys in the stories. The corny stand up and look. But being a faithful person I won't humiliate myself. Suddenly, from the corner of the right eye, my eye caught the most eye-catching thing of all. Light. Bright light that beam like the sun. Behind it I see myself. A replica of me in ice. Stiff. Frozen. The surrounding started cooling. The air had creaked. I felt my body shrink. I stood there, awoken in my bed. I was at home. *hears the school bell* It was school morning, I must have dreamt it up. As I walk to school, shoving brisk autumn leaves off my path with the edge of my shoe, I looked at the forest at the front. I noticed a figure moving through. The same one. I chased it after I dropped my bag, in the middle of the road. *accelerates* The chase was intense. The chase seemed to repeat. Same trees. Again and again. Suddenly I felt my body shrink and my breath freeze. I was back at the middle of the road. And a car Speeding at me. As much as I hate to say it, too be continued...

Descriptive Queen A rather nervous boy approached Sylvia, the fashion wiz. But he had no knowledge that she was a descriptive queen.... "Hey, I am going to audition, how do I look?" asked the boy. Sylvia shot back a memorable reply: "Expect me darn Your ugly eyes The long shirt It's better off a skirt Your moody face Much a disgrace The ghastly shoe One you'd rue Rue to the day Of you graced death A hunchback it seems Always on the lean What nerdy specs A mind it wrecks Shorty legs Smaller than eggs Icky freckles you hold See what I just told This is all true It's what you have seen I am the descriptive Queen." He was immediately discouraged. This shows that whatever one says, is not be cared. How you look, or speak doesn't matter. It's the mind you have and how you use it. Ofcourse mocking seems hard to escape, just don't listen, do you what you want...with one you cares c=

Go To Sleep.. "CAN YOU REALLY GO TO BED MISTA? DO I HAVE TO DO ANYTHING? SHOULD I BATH IN MUD TO GET YOU TO SLEEP? Y IF WONT SLEEP, DO YOU WANT: A:ME TO TAKE AWAY YOUR HOMEWORK B: YOU CLEAN THE DISHES C: DO PUSH UPS" Without skipping a beat, the child answered, "D: None of the above"

A Herb, The Kid And A Cook "Bubble Bubble Soil and rubble Breads crumble And cauldron trouble" chanted the amateur cooking witch Her cat had stared, name little Mitch "Add a dash of mud And a drop of condensed grub Then sprinkle some salt and hazel And....hey! Where is the basil!!!" She looked around for where it could be Her eyes search and look at what it did see! A little book Big and yellow "Looky look! My mellows!" So as you see, the witch cook saw a big yellow book. She didn't know what It was but no care would appear. She searched. "Alice Andrea Amelia Arya All those start with A! Now onto B Billy Bobbin Bobby Basil Aha!" So now, the witch found Basil. What was weird was that instead of the shop names, she found the address of a home-in Abu Dhabi. "I don't care! Not one bit! I will sway.. Till I reach it!" Many fairy folk heard the news and started preparing for a celebration. She was preparing to go! Her broom was ready and she whisked away to find basil! "oh I travel a lot Never to stop I can't wait for the pot And the thing to drop" The witch was happy! Finally, she reached and knocked. "o My friend I look for basil It's has not end, Only the hazel." A mother who opened the door stared blankly. She replied,"What are you? I have basil, yes I do. But I ain't giving it to you" The witch was surprised. It's as if basil was her son. She turned away, "You'll regret the day!" The mother shut the door, and called," Basil! Go to bed!" "Yes mummy!" replied the son. "What misery! Worthless friend. For now... It's the end!"