Laugh Quotes

Mine was:
Bella: “Jasper? What do vampires do for bachelor parties? You’re not taking him to a strip club, are you?”

I took the prolog to school, so my English teacher could read it. However, I let a mate of mine read it as well, now everyone laughs at it. 1 lad even quotes it and it really annoys me. What do I do? I daren’t tell a teacher or even my own mother. Help me please, someone? May I add my English Teacher is a woman!!! Also I have told Mum that I’m writing a book, but NOT what people are saying about it!!!
I’ll put this to vote, who’s answer is the best? I can’t decide.

Thanatopsis

TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images 10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teachings, while from all around— 15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good, 35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move 40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun, 45
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings 50
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first 55
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— 70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Which of the following quotations most agrees with the theme of “Thanatopsis?”

Quote A: “Do not go gentle into that good night/ …Rage against the dying of the light.”

B: “Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it.”

C: “But what is all this fear of and opposition to oblivion? What is the matter with Dreamless Sleep?”

D: “He that dies pays all debts.”

I think it is the third quote, but I’m not totally sure.

I don’t know, maybe so? My 5th grade teacher from last year said that I was an excellent reader and writer… actually, all of my teachers said that! But I’m not so sure. Do you think that this story is good enough to be published in the new Chicken Soup: What I learned From the Dog book coming out in a few years?

“Oh, Mulan! Mu?” I cried. I then yanked my suitcase up onto the kitchen floor. Suddenly, a black and white ball of fluff slowly prodded up to me.
“Mu face!” I shouted with glee, happy to see my puppy after that long, one week vacation at Disney World. It was fun, riding all of the roller coasters, and going to Bush Gardens and so many other places. But I missed my little Shih-Tzu.
I then nervously glanced at her food and water bowl. Full. I shuddered. My sister Lizz had volunteered to watch her while my family was gone, but the day before, she said that Mulan wasn’t eating. I then thought, “No… don’t tell me that she’s sick again!” By again, I mean that five months earlier, in March, I was happily playing with Mulan. Then, my Mom came home, and I brought her outside. In a split second, there was smelly, brown puke near my foot. My heart skipped a beat.
“M-Mommy! M-Mulan’s throwing up!”
I was crying. She quickly told me to call the Grove City veterinary hospital. So, I did. I was crying, but the woman that answered told me to calm down, and to bring her in. Quick. She was left at the hospital. I was so afraid. But the next day, when I got home, she was in the living room, waiting for me.
But, now, I had to worry once more. Not good for a girl about ready to start a new school year. So, I waited for a couple days, and when finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked my Mom to take her to the hospital.
Mulan had lost the energy she once had. Before, she was so happy and chipper. Now, there she lay, on my lap-cold, sad, and sick.
They admitted her in, and I held her, while my Mom called my Dad to tell him where we were. Again. My nephew Lucas sat by the fish tank, playing with animal shaped blocks. The vet took her a while later, and I sat there. A lady with a huge Labradoodle looked at me, and smiled. Her dog had a cone around his neck.
“What’s the matter? Your puppy sick, too?” I nodded. “Don’t worry. The doctor’s know how to heal a doggy,” she reassured, and left after paying her bill. Those words cheered me up for a bit, giving me small hope-again. The mysterious cats that roamed around the lobby did, too. They would look at me, rub their heads on my leg, and stride back to their room.
The woman at the front desk gave me a funny smile, and said nervously, “I think that he just claimed you as his territory.”
My eyes widened, and she laughed. My Dad arrived a few minutes later, and then Mulan’s vet called us in.
“Hello.” she said. “I see that Mulan was here before, correct?”
“Correct,” my nephew replied. I nudged him. “Ow.”
“It seems like Mulan was diagnosed with kidney failure last time, huh?” We nodded. “M-hm. Well…” she began to tell my parents scientific things. I was then asked, “Do you want to put her to sleep?”

“What?!” I cried.
“I’m sorry, but she is really sick. She could die in her sleep, or even while she’s awake.” I hung my head.
“Do you want her to suffer?” my Dad asked. I looked at him.
“I’ll come back in a bit to get your decision,” and with that, she shuffled away.

I gave Mulan a sad look. Her eyes were dull-not bright like the time I first got her. I stroked her back. Her fur was damp and matted. I then gently rested my head on her warm body. Her tiny little breaths got faint, and tears came to my eyes. I looked up at my Mom and Dad. Lucas petted Mulan. They were all crying-except my Dad. That made me mad.
“Why aren’t you crying?! Don’t you care that we’ll have to put her to sleep?” I cried out.
“I’m sad. Don’t say it as if I’m not. I love her, too.” My Dad replied gruffly.
“Then why aren’t you crying?” I asked, wiping my burning eyes. He didn’t answer. The vet came back in, and looked at us.
“Have you decided to…”
“Yes,” my Mom nodded.
“Okay, I’m going to go get the drug.”
I kissed Mulan. She looked at me. Her eyes seemed like they were saying: Thank you. I don’t need to suffer anymore. I love you! I’ll visit you every day. Bye bye, Mommy.
Tears came once again. “I love you too, Mulan!” I whispered. I gently hugged her. We said our final good-byes. As soon as the drug was injected-she parted away. I swore that I saw her angel wave good-bye, and zoom through the ceiling to Heaven.
My Mom turned to me. “She left as soon as the needle went into her.”
The vet turned to me. “Honey,” she began. I looked up. “Would you like a clay paw print to have? And a fur clipping?” I nodded really fast. She smiled. Then, she asked my parents if we’d like to bury the body, or cremate it.
“Bury,” my Mom said, ignoring my Dad’s wishes to cremate her. On the way home, I called Lizz, to break the news.
“What?!” she shout

My wife ushered me out before my time. I was still there, but substantially, not. Absent of mind, of thought, because I wasn’t aware of my leave of my world. And I have lost 20 years of my life, I am not eager to gain them back. This talk of Congress, of a war, no king! I don’t get headaches, but I rub my head to give myself an excuse to leave. That Boadicca in a petticoat, my Dame, is gone from a fit of passion. Where is a man to go when euphoria is his head’s only state? The inn has been replaced by a monster of a profession, a hotel, with naught but busy, hurried men, tired, but not willing to give up. They powder their hair and the women their faces, in efforts to stop the clock permanently. My wife never did that. No amount of white lead or cinnabar could’ve disguised that fit of rage that stretched taut over her face like a rag, and suffocated her until she would pour sweat and gasp for breath. This rag drove me out to the mountain. And this time, she did not run out after me with her apron in distress, muttering “Why, that’s my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; but yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, so.”
I went away, when it was not yet dark, but in the middle, not yet indigo, not yet black, away with my fire lock, and the dog she mistreated so. My loyal, my sticky, my Wolf.

I walked away at a steady speed, keeping my head low, and my good Dame’s screams and mutters tagged along with me, but bits of it getting caught on the trees or being suspended in the air, until there was no more. In the mountains, the trees rustled quietly, disturbing the smothering quiet of the previous moment, but nonetheless some sort of company. Darkness, once a curtain that would fall lazily onto the dome of the sky, it became an inkblot on wet paper, a dot where the sun had been, and it spread steadily, engulfing the world, but leaving room for the stars to breathe. The moon was full, and shining brightly, giving me the light it had stolen from the sun, and I, not being as sure-footed as I hoped, did not fall or trip on the way up the mountain. After walking aimlessly for an hour, the village lights were dimmed by the silence of the leaves. I soon became aware of the suppression of all light except the moon. Even the stars had gone off to have tea with the King before the Revolution overthrew him. The resilience of the village lights, of their being able to adapt to the shock of being suppressed, added to the weight and tension of the air. I continued walking up, hoping that when I reached the peak, I would not find fear as it had found me.

My hopes for normalcy were involuntarily and secretly shattered when shouts of “RIP VAN WINKLE! RIP VAN WINKLE!” echoed throughout the young night, and a little man appeared, offering a body to the voice. What?! Who else would be on the mountain? This was my spot, or so I had thought. I suddenly felt like a tug, the tug of the urge to withdraw, apologize profusely about invading someone else’s private sanctuary; perhaps you have a Boadicca in petticoats too? Wolf did not growl, he was too scared, and his throat too deep in my knee to make a sound. The little man did not burst out into the bushes, as they do in those miraculous moving pictures; he strolled, with awkward grace, with a keg on his stooped back, into the space in front of me. He did not groan, but motioned with his hand like beckoning to a dog, and I responded. I bent over to help the man, bound to the earth by a keg, and put it on my own shoulders. He did not make a motion to thank me, nor did he open his throat to say a word.
It was odd, the silence of the mountains had never bothered me before, yet the silence of the little man bothered me like nothing before, and it added to the silence of the world, seeming to swell and about to burst into a fuzzy cloud of earnest conversation. Yet it didn’t. He was silent all the way, and even when we reached an amphitheater of some sort, in the mountain, he did not talk. The company he kept himself was silent, but it was a mocking silence, as if they were all enjoying themselves, but would not let me know. I expected them to laugh, and again they failed me on this one. I had to wait on them with the oversized flagons, and when they weren’t paying attention to me, I took a sip. It was of excellent quality, and so I took another swig at it. Like a domino, one heart swig knocked down another one, and it led in rapid succession until I passed out. I won’t use euphemisms; I was very drunk and passed out for 2o years. I somehow did not die or drown in the rain, and I wasn’t even aware of any weather. I slept a sleep without dreams, without hope, or despair, as if chance had forgotten me 2o times over.
I’m sorry about the lack of paragraphs. I didn’t have enough space to indent. This is a memoir written from the perspective of Rip van Winkle.
Wooh! I’m so relieved by your critique. It’s really helping me. I used to be so egotistical about my writing, I need people to pop the bubble and show me the real words and order I’m presenting. Yes, I have been told about my syntax, and I am trying to be more focused in my writing and add details later.

I need someone who is experienced. But I will accept anyone who are willing to help me. I haven’t finished the story, but I’m going to edit chapter through chapter so i can show my teacher. I will give credit of course to whom may edit it. If you shall. This is the story so far. Please do not steal my work, it’s already copyrighted because I already have a publisher who is working with me.

Chapter 1 Ash

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ Babe I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2 Spellbound

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3 Flesh and Blood

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took anothe

I need someone who is experienced. But I will accept anyone who are willing to help me. I haven’t finished the story, but I’m going to edit chapter through chapter so i can show my teacher. I will give credit of course to whom may edit it. If you shall. This is the story so far. Please do not steal my work, it’s already copyrighted because I already have a publisher who is working with me.

Chapter 1 Ash

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ Babe I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2 Spellbound

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3 Flesh and Blood

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took anothe
Oh my gosh people i hate twilight and harry potter!

This is not to hurt anyone’s feelings or anything. It’s just a story and its not true Rate it from 1-20. 1being the worst, 20 being the best:

A Family, A Home
North Korea- 1950: November [Rated NT( as in not true)fantasy fiction]

Long time ago, a story was told of a little girl that would lose her home and get rejected by her neighbors. Even though the villagers looked at her as if she was a monster, she had the goal to save them. This girl lived in a little poor village where food was scarce. People fought for food and shelter. One day, while she was out fishing for food, the house started burning. Her parents were in the house trapped. Ji Su was quickly notified. When she rushed back, she found 2 bodies, as dead as puppets. She cried out in sorrow. As she quietly wept, the mayor decided what to do with this orphan. As the mayor gathered a town meeting ( since the town wasn’t as much as 9 large families) and asked for suggestions. Ji Su’s uncle, Tae Jung, 74 years old, recommend that they just kick her out, since she is useless and might as well find some place to make herself useful. Her best friend Ji Won always stood up for her. She was protesting, but it was no use. She was merely just a child.
As soon as Ji Su heard of this, she was shocked at first, but she quickly packed up what was left of her clothings and toys. As she was taking one last look at her devastated home, a puppy popped out of the rubble, in his mouth, was a Snow Globe (, its a see through globe that has white confetti in it). She took it from the mouth and poked at it. She was about to throw the globe on the floor, but then she saw some words on it. She desperately tried to read it, although her eyes were flooded with tears. As soon as her eyes were clear, she read the markings. It consisted: America, China, Europe, Alaska, Canada, Australia, Terabithia, Camelot, Japan, and other places imaginable.
(In her point of view)
I tapped at it. The dog barked. I bent down to pet it. The dog nuzzled me. I touched the place where it said Canada. There was a soft warm glow, all of a sudden, everything around me turned white. It kept on spinning and spinning. The world was blurred with a cool sheet of white. Kids giggled and laughed. Suddenly, A block of snow was hurled at me. I was speechless. The girl who threw the snow ball at me laughed gleefully. A boy came up to me and said, “ Hey, I haven’t seen you around the block, are you new here?” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t understand them. To me they were speaking gibberish.

After a few months later:
I learned their spoken language. I became one of them. The person who was taking care of me was really kind to me. She provided me with warm clothes. I even got to keep the dog. I made some new friends, but I also missed my old friends back in Korea. One day, I was thinking about how I got to Canada, it was something about the globe. I took it out of my drawer. I started tapping on it. Nothing happened. I tapped it again. Nothing happened. Finally I realized that I needed that dog to help me. Since the dog was like a hero to me, I decided to name it. I thought and thought, at last, I came up with Tera. I went down stairs to fetch the Tera. He was barking at the pigeons on the cloth line. When I said his name, he turned his head and trotted over to me. It was as if he was born with that name. I started tapping Korea. This time, it worked. But there was something different. There were swirls of black. the whole world was now in darkness. Suddenly, I was back at my home, or what used to be my home. It was replaced by a cemetery. I heard a “BANG” hear and there. Cries of pain all around. I realized, there was a war going on.
Marching soldiers in parallel lines, each person had a M16 all strapped to their back. One of them, was walking towards me. He yelled ” Why are you not in prison?” I was so confused. I spoke in Korean, saying that I was only here to visit. He looked around, seeing no one, he frowned. “Where are your parents?” he asked. I was about to say in Canada, but they were only people who took care of me until I find a home. Then I thought of my true parents, the ones that were from Korea. Tears started to fill my eyes. “Dead”, I whispered. I started telling him how their death happened when another soldier walked up beside him. ” Take her to where the others are! And thats An order!”yelled the man. I was terrified. Touched by the story told, the first soldier wiped off some tears, then took a deep breath and led me to the Prisoners Cage. I took one last glance at the world around me before I went into the prison. What I saw horrified me. There were bunches of guillotines and heads on the floor. I entered the POW camp.
In prison was dark and musty. The smell of rotten meat and sewer water filled the air. The guard quietly held his breath. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, a faint whisper came all around. “It’s a guard, he’s come to set us free”, “No guards eve
Please read it all cuz it is quite interesting.. If you do, I might vote for your answer to be the best.
This is suppose to be a short story

First, you’re completely lost when it comes to grammer and spelling.
-x-
I like your answer, and I’ll heed it, Melissa, but I spell the British way, so everything might seem topsy-turvy.

1. The darkness of the hallway engulfed my half frozen body. I shivered. Not only did I not know where I was, I did not know how I got here. The only noise that generated was the silent crunch of the ground. My hands searched for something. A wall, ladder, something. They eventually hit a cold frozen dirt wall. I felt along it for support. After ten minutes of searching finally I realized that I was in an enclosed dirt circle. My hot breath seeped through my teeth and sped up. How did I end up in here, was the first question that came to my mind.
A loud bang made me jump.
“Hello?” I said in a slight whisper.
Nobody answered me. My imagination must’ve gotten the best of me. I started to roam the damp, dark circle again. Then I felt a cold fabric press up against my lips. I pushed and screamed, but not in time.

2. My hand hung out of the passenger window in the red Mercedes. A light rain pelted my hand, freezing it slowly. The trees zoomed by in a blur as we raced down the traffic filled streets.
“Come on!” My grandfather screamed out the window. “I have,” he looked at his watch, “ten minutes to get to the airport!” he brought his head back in and grinned at me.
I sighed and brought my hand in the window closing it so that I wouldn’t get wet anymore. The traffic started rolling again and I could see the airport. My mind started to unravel at the thought of why I was going to this place. I mean I never even liked my Aunt and she didn’t like me. Now all of sudden she wants me in Miami with her? I sighed again quieter this time so that my grandfather wouldn’t notice.
“Grandad.” I said abruptly. I turned slowly to face him.
Keeping his eyes on the road he nodded. I figured I would go on even if that was a no. I looked down and continued.
“I don’t want to go to Aunt Jill’s house.” I mumbled quickly. I brought my head up again and he was smiling.
“Stephanie,” he started to laugh hysterically. “She doesn’t want you there either hon.” He turned his head to look at me now as he parked the car in front of the terminal.

3. I never thought I would find love. Love to me was fake, the type of thing you see in love stories; the gooey, mushy type, too touche for my taste, That is until I found out what love truly is, The reason you wake up in the morning and drag yourself to your hell hole of a school just to see him. Giving him you heart, knowing he will break it, but letting him. This is my side of the story.

Or these poems?

1. It’s the feeling you get when she passes by.
The way you want to hold her when she cries.
You could find yourself at a loss for words.
Sometimes her pain can be heard.
You know you hurt her by what you say.
Even if what you said was washed away.
She tries to ignore you; but you enter again.
Just to fill her whole life; the thought of living on a whim.
When you hug she wants to hold you forever.
You have the same thoughts but you pull yourself together.
Walking away; you leave her blushing.
You can hear her friends quietly hushing.
They tell her what you said.
Even though they never entered your head.
She goes home to cry.
You lie awake and lie.
This is love.
Just like two doves.
She’ll never forget you.
Even after all that you do.
She’ll always love you.
In hope you’ll love her too.

2. Wanting. Needing. Hoping. Praying
Loving. Laughing. Crying. A smile.
A secret.
Waiting to come out.
He knows.
I know.
He loves me too.
I think.
Want.
Hope.
Need.
His love.

3. The best part.
Knowing when to let go.
Hoping they don’t come back.
Men your heart, break it again.
It’s a willing instinct.
To trust them with your heart.
To never know what they could do.
People pass by not knowing.
\Faking a smile you make it through.
He sees you and smiles back.
A wave of heartbreak comes up.
You break down and cry.
People are tired of hearing it.
This time you try harder to let go.
Your feet will hit the ground.
But the fall is long and hard.
Try your best to make it good.
Love them forever.
Just don’t make it known.