wolf people Wolf peopleLong ago before the white man visited the lands a tribe of natives lived deep in the woods, they hunted along side wolves. In return to the wolves for the help of hunting, the people would feed and give the wolves a warm place to sleep. The new tribe leader Bear Paw loved the wolves and always wanted to be part of them more so than he already was.On the night of the full moon celebration, Bear Paw wandered off to the great river. He neeled down on the soft soil, and looked out into the water, the moons twin rippeled in the water, the cool breeze was comforting careing the sent of fresh rain. Bear Paw herd the howls of the wolves celebrating with the tribe. The idea came
MonsterIn the dark corrners of your room somthing shadey, something dark, something evil lurks, just waiting for you to turn out the lights and close your eyes. When you lydowne in bed and look around and you think you see things in thenight then you tell your self it's nothing.But then! You have a feeling to look in the dark shaydey corner of your room as you look you have a feeling of being watched you feel a dark and menacingfeeling, as u ajust your eyes to the dark corner you see a set of blue googley eyesthey are blue like the deep parts or the ocean, you hart stops you lose breath then it startes again but it is beating faster than a race car. You start to calmdowne and just tell your self that you are seeing things because you are tired but as you say this and belive it you hear a deep strong viscious growl come from thecorner. Your eyes start to water you are so scared. You cover you ears and hide under the blankets then yo
DISAsTERI am misunder stoodFull of questnsSome to never be answerdIM allright with thatI can't make rymesnot very wellThere is little I can do wellEverything I do Usly ends up scroowing upA disaster thats what I amMy only true skill is making friendsAnd dreaming things that will never happenI can make storys but they don't work wellThere is soo much in my life I don't talk aboutnothing bad not at allbut the things i dream about somtimes arnt sharedThe stories i make up when I'm in bedI never talk about. I'm misunderstoodFull of QuestnsI'mI'm A disatser I do and say things stupid and always mess up.
UnknownWho can you trust?WHo do you know?When are they telling the truth?How will you know?is it when they say trust me?NO?Is it when they say things that seem so real?friends you know in person are easyer to underastandBecause you know when they lie if you knowBut real friendsor net friendyou never truely know
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