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The Sea

ON A NORTHERN DOCK. THE LIGHTHOUSE SHINES OVER THE SEA, WHILE 
THE MOON DISAPPEARS INTO THE NIGHT. THE FRENCHMENS RESTORES 
THEIR ENGINE FOR THEIR BOAT TO TRAVEL THROUGH ALASKA. BOARDING 
THEIR BOAT WITH NESTS TO CATCH  THE FRIST BITE OF SCALY 
CLIMPS.THEIR STOMACHS GO HUNGRY. LISTEN QUITELY WHILE THE SEA 
HOWLS THE NIGHT AIR.

ALONG DOWN THE SEA A GLEMMED GLEM APPEARED. THE FRENCHMENS 
STOOD IN STRANED.  A MYSTERIOUS FOG STUNNED AROUND THEM, 
SPINNING THE BOAT ITO A HURRICANE. FALL DOWN THE FRENCHMENS 
AND THEIR BOAT. FELLED INTO A WHOLE OF DISATERS. THE WAVES MOVED 
LIKED A SOUNDING PIANO OFALTO. THE SEA WAS EMPTY.

YEARS TO COME OF ACCIDENTLY APPERANCE. BEING FORGOTTEN THEY 
EVER LIVED. A GROUP OF HAPPY IRISHMENS TRAVEL ALONG THE SEA 
SINGING HAPPY SONGS OF LOVE. THEY BEGAN TO FEEL A COLD BREEZE. 
FLASHING OF A LIGHTHOUSE THAT HAVE'NT BEEN SEEN IN YEARS APPEAR 
BEFORE THEY EYES.

A HUGE TIDAL WAVE WIND AROUND THEM, FLUSHING THEM IN A DEEP 
WATERLY HOLE. FIGHTING FORTHEIR LIFE. THEY SAW 12 FRENCHMENS 
DRESSED IN DIRTY CLIMPY CLOTHES. THEIR BODIES WERE IN RESTRAINTS-
NO LONGER MOVED. THEY WERE SWEPTED INTO DEATH FOREVER-NOT 
REMEMBER. EACH IRISHMEN VANISHED ONE BY ONE. ANOTHER HUNDRED 
YEARS TO COME. AT THEIR RETURN TO THE SEA. WHO EVER LIE BEFORE -
REST IN PEACE FOREVER. THE SEA WILL BE CLAIM BY DEATH OF THE 
FFISHINGMENS WHO TRAVEL ALONG THE SEA.

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Grandma House

I DREADED HER THE FRIST TIME I REALIZE SHE WAS MY GRANDMA. I 
LOOKED INTO HER EYES. I KNEW SHE HATED ME TOO. 

I THOUGHT SHE WAS LIKE FALLING ROUTEN APPLES FRON AN OLD SPOIL 
TREE. EACH ONE I STOMP UNTIL I CRUSHED THE INSIDE COMPLETELY OUT.

I COULD NOT BEAR TO SEE HER ROCK IN THAT OLD WOODEN CHAIR BY 
THE FIREPLACE. GRILLING HER TEETHS TOGETHER,MADE BEE STINGS GO 
THROUGH MY ENTIRE BODY, WHILE SHE STIRRS AT ME WITH HATRED.

I DARE TO EAT HER FOOD SHE PLACE BEFORE ME, THINKING SHE WILL 
POISON ME AND THREW ME IN HER OLD COUFFIN CHEST.

I FEAR HER MOVES. WHEN SHE WALKS WITH HER CANE, SHE MADE OUT OF 
AN OLD ABANDON TREE BRANCH.

EACH STEP SHE MAKES. I WISH SHE WILL FALL LIKE AN ESACAPE CONVICT 
BEEN SHOOT DOWN. THROUGH THE YEARSOF HATING MY GANDMA. I 
REMEMBER THE MEMORIES WE HAD TOGETHER FUSING AND HATING EACH 
OTHER PRESENCES. BUT MY CHERISH MEMORY IS THE TIME WE ATE 
SWEET APPLE CIDERS AT MY GRANDMA HOUSE.

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White Dove

WALKING ACROSS A HUMID SANDY BEACH. I SAW A WHITE DOVE WHO 
WINGS WERE WIDER THAN A WHITE SHEET. AS HE STOOD THERE 
STANDING IN THE RIVER, LOOKING AT ME CRY.

HE FELT MY PAIN AS I FELT HIS PAIN. HE FLEWED IN FRONT OF ME 
WATCHING MY EAGER AGAINST TIME. I SLOWLY MOVED BACKWARDS 
FEELING HE WANTED TO HURT ME.

HE SPREADED HIS WINGS AROUND ME. I FEARSLY CLOSED MY EYES AND 
FAINTED KNEWING I DIEDIN VAIN. I WOKED UP FLOATING IN THE RIVER 
FEARING THE WATER DROWNED ME.

I STOOD UP AND WALKED MYSTERIOUS BACK TOWARDS THE BEACH. AS I 
REACHED MY DESTINATION. I LOOKED BACK AS THE WHITE DOVE LOOKED 
AT ME. HE FLEW AWAY AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE WHITE CLOUDS.

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Feeling

SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL. I SEE MYSELF LOOKING FROM THE 
OUTSIDE FROM THE INSIDE LOCK IN A DARK ROOM ALL ALONE AND 
CONFUSED.

I TRY GOING OUTSIDE, BUT AFRAID WHAT PEOPLE WOULD SAY. THEN I  
DON'T KNOW MY FEELING WILL REACT. I CRAWLED BACK INTO THAT DARK 
ROOM LIKE A SNAIL AND FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF.

I FEEL LIKE A HIDDEN AWAY CHILD NOBODY WANTS OR LOVE. MY FEELS 
LIKE A BROKEN WINE GLASS THAT BEEN THROWN AWAY AFTER THE FRIST 
DRINK.

I WHETHER SIT IN THE DARK AND HIDE MY LIFE AWAY. I WANT MY FEELING 
TO STAY LOCKED IN A GLASS BOTTLE THAT BEEN THROWN INTO THE SEA, 
WHETHER THAN GOING OUTSIDE TO HAVE MY FEELING HURT.