'FRIDAY MYSTIC'
'Ahoy, Nancy!' 'Huh, what?' She looked at that man blankly 'Do you love Phoenixes or frogs?','Frogs, I fancy' 'Then there's one on your head, Nancy, Don't be violent, hey; don't be cranky. This frog's an illusion only you can see. But that frog hates being shooed away, hence he Might bite you, ever seen lizards dancing?' 'Lizards are like Jackie Chan, see Nobody ever, ever, ever, ever can see them dancing But can you do this for me chancie?' 'My name's not Chancie, it's dancy, And I'm your "Friday mystic"' 'Wanna see the world in an air bubble? Wanna see what it's like to be an ant? You can see all that you want, chubby, You can get all that you want.' 'Yes, yes, it's beautiful, pretty, but I can't. I want to go home, mum made some croissants' 'Wait, Nancy!' 'Huh, what?' She stared at that man blankly 'Wanna go to the church? We can go hand in hand.' 'That'd be awkward.' 'I know but we're just friends! Wanna see the mountain? You might see cycads!' 'What are cycads?' 'Oh they're trees, tall, pretty chads!' 'Your dialect is funny, just like my dad's! But alas, it's been 3 years since he's dead!' 'Oh sweety' 'What???' 'How many fun times we had!' She gaped at him for a second,'Dad?' 'Yes, don't cry sweetheart, don't be sad, Because I'm your "Friday Mystic"!' 'Dad, where were you all this time? We searched you everywhere! We searched you everywhere dad, no place left to spare, We searched the whole town, papa, but you weren't there! We love you, papa, why did you go away? Tell me this instant, I'm not going to talk to you anyway!' ' "When there's a will, there's a way" But humanity is blind as death, I'd say! Why did I go to such place where nobody could bother? You might choke when your hear this, it was your own mother!' To be continued.......
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Минає час, минуло й літо, І тільки сум залишився в мені. Не повернутись вже в дитинство, У радості наповнені, чудові дні. Я пам'ятаю, як не переймалась Та навіть не гадала, що таке життя. Просто ляльками забавлялась, І не боялась небуття. Любити весь цей світ хотіла і літати, Та й так щоб суму і не знати. І насолоджувалась всім, що мала. Мене душа моя не переймала. Лиш мріями своїми я блукала, Чарівна музика кругом лунала. І сонечко світило лиш мені, Навіть коли були похмурі дні. І впало сонце за крайнебо, Настала темрява в душі моїй. І лиш зірки - останній вогник, Світили в океані мрій. Тепер блука душа моя лісами, Де вихід заблокований дивами, Які вбивають лиш мене. Я більш не хочу бачити сумне. Як птах над лабіринтом, Що заплутав шлях, літати. И крилами над горизонтом, Що розкинувсь на віки, махати. Та не боятись небуття, Того що новий день чекає. Лиш знову насолоджуватися життям, Яке дитинство моє знає.
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