Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other hari the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his jantung ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze
‘Oh my boy!’ he almost gasped ‘that’s a look which I do not like!’ he frowned. Grandpa Roger always liked to see Stan laughing and his eyes sparkling with the youth and happiness.
‘I’m sorry I woke anda up’ Stan apologized politely ‘But I need to talk to you’
‘Of course, son. Sit down’
Stan sat silently. He didn’t know where to begin from. Heaving a sigh he started slowly
‘I… I was working today in the farm. The farmer loaded the carriage of which I dragged with so many things, that I could barely pindah with his extra weight. I struggled to get forward, but my pace was too slow. That upset my master and he stroked me consistently to get forward. That didn’t bother me. I was used to it’ Stan paused searching in his grandpa’s eyes for a reaction. But he was very calm and patient as he listened.
‘Then his sun came’ Stan continued lowering his head ‘and he murmured something to his father that made him angrier which made him thunders in his face that …. That he was “as useless as this donkey”. He was talking about me’
‘Hmm’ Grandpa Roger muttered he could guess where the conversation headed.
‘So grandpa’ Stan almost whispered ‘Are we useless? Are human better than us? Are they the best of all creatures? Because I’m starting to believe that they really are the best of all’
Grandpa Roger smiled gently at Stan.
‘Now why would anda think that? Because they walk on two and we walk on four?’ He asked softly ‘Is that what makes the difference?’
‘I don’t know’ Stan said, puzzled ‘Maybe?’
‘No, my boy’ Grandpa Roger berkata with his deep, wise voice ‘My whole life I have worked with humans. I know them and understand them almost as much as I know and understand donkeys. Indeed they are really bright and intelligent. They are handsome and civilized. They are a moving ball of over-heated emotions. but Stan, my boy, their world is ugly. Their souls are grimy with sins of which we never made and never will. Tell me, son, have anda ever seen a donkey stealing, taking what does not belong to him? Have anda seen a donkey wishing for his father’s death so he could inherit his money? Have anda ever seen a donkey cutting trees? Have anda ever seen a donkey leading young ones to drugs and selling them what would kill them? Have anda ever seen a donkey killing and sabotaging just for the sake of doing so? Have anda ever seen a donkey who’s unfaithful atau a coward? Have anda ever seen a donkey killing children and women so cruelly? Have anda ever see donkeys that lost their language and knew only violence as a way of communication? Tell me, my boy Stan, have anda seen such an act in donkeys’ behavior? Because I have not seen it in donkeys’ behavior, I saw them only in humans’ behavior’
Stan felt warm deep inside. His jantung fluttered. He had never looked at it this way.
‘Humans are full of flaws. They could be disgusting liars. Donkeys never act against well-behavior. Even when we die, when they kill u, we die proudly for we had earned our time in life with sweat and hard work. We never cheated to be doctors atau engineers’ Grandpa Roger berkata proudly “Stan, my boy, be proud. anda are a donkey.’
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become such an old donkey, that he only took light tasks around the farm and recently he had been barely able to do that, too. Stan had overheard the other hari the farmer discussing killing his grandpa Roger with his wife, but she had told him he could be tolerated a bit longer. However, not so long, Stan guessed, and it made his jantung ache for him.
Stan gently tapped Grandpa Roger’s front foot feeling slightly guilty for waking him up. But he had no one else to talk to. Grandpa Roger yawned and stretched thinking that it was time to work. Then his eyes met Stan’s sad gaze
‘Oh my boy!’ he almost gasped ‘that’s a look which I do not like!’ he frowned. Grandpa Roger always liked to see Stan laughing and his eyes sparkling with the youth and happiness.
‘I’m sorry I woke anda up’ Stan apologized politely ‘But I need to talk to you’
‘Of course, son. Sit down’
Stan sat silently. He didn’t know where to begin from. Heaving a sigh he started slowly
‘I… I was working today in the farm. The farmer loaded the carriage of which I dragged with so many things, that I could barely pindah with his extra weight. I struggled to get forward, but my pace was too slow. That upset my master and he stroked me consistently to get forward. That didn’t bother me. I was used to it’ Stan paused searching in his grandpa’s eyes for a reaction. But he was very calm and patient as he listened.
‘Then his sun came’ Stan continued lowering his head ‘and he murmured something to his father that made him angrier which made him thunders in his face that …. That he was “as useless as this donkey”. He was talking about me’
‘Hmm’ Grandpa Roger muttered he could guess where the conversation headed.
‘So grandpa’ Stan almost whispered ‘Are we useless? Are human better than us? Are they the best of all creatures? Because I’m starting to believe that they really are the best of all’
Grandpa Roger smiled gently at Stan.
‘Now why would anda think that? Because they walk on two and we walk on four?’ He asked softly ‘Is that what makes the difference?’
‘I don’t know’ Stan said, puzzled ‘Maybe?’
‘No, my boy’ Grandpa Roger berkata with his deep, wise voice ‘My whole life I have worked with humans. I know them and understand them almost as much as I know and understand donkeys. Indeed they are really bright and intelligent. They are handsome and civilized. They are a moving ball of over-heated emotions. but Stan, my boy, their world is ugly. Their souls are grimy with sins of which we never made and never will. Tell me, son, have anda ever seen a donkey stealing, taking what does not belong to him? Have anda seen a donkey wishing for his father’s death so he could inherit his money? Have anda ever seen a donkey cutting trees? Have anda ever seen a donkey leading young ones to drugs and selling them what would kill them? Have anda ever seen a donkey killing and sabotaging just for the sake of doing so? Have anda ever seen a donkey who’s unfaithful atau a coward? Have anda ever seen a donkey killing children and women so cruelly? Have anda ever see donkeys that lost their language and knew only violence as a way of communication? Tell me, my boy Stan, have anda seen such an act in donkeys’ behavior? Because I have not seen it in donkeys’ behavior, I saw them only in humans’ behavior’
Stan felt warm deep inside. His jantung fluttered. He had never looked at it this way.
‘Humans are full of flaws. They could be disgusting liars. Donkeys never act against well-behavior. Even when we die, when they kill u, we die proudly for we had earned our time in life with sweat and hard work. We never cheated to be doctors atau engineers’ Grandpa Roger berkata proudly “Stan, my boy, be proud. anda are a donkey.’
Jaycee's POV
I lay there besides Liana, she is sleeping, I rest my hand on her soft delicate face, she stirrs in her sleep. Her eyes flutter open and she gaze's at me.
"Mmmmm, Mommy wh-where are we?" She asks. "Texas" I reply. She looks around, blood is spattered everywhere no is around except the dead boddies. She screams stands up and starts to panic. "Li, Li Calm down!" I say calmly. "Wha-What happened!!!" I sighed, I couldnt belive she cant remember. "Were isolated in a tiny town in texas remember?????" I asked. She paused thought for a menit and shook her head.
I lay there besides Liana, she is sleeping, I rest my hand on her soft delicate face, she stirrs in her sleep. Her eyes flutter open and she gaze's at me.
"Mmmmm, Mommy wh-where are we?" She asks. "Texas" I reply. She looks around, blood is spattered everywhere no is around except the dead boddies. She screams stands up and starts to panic. "Li, Li Calm down!" I say calmly. "Wha-What happened!!!" I sighed, I couldnt belive she cant remember. "Were isolated in a tiny town in texas remember?????" I asked. She paused thought for a menit and shook her head.
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another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when anda hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when anda hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but anda don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe anda just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
anda can dry up the tears anda see, but anda can never dry up the tears your jantung sheds. Because when anda cry, your jantung gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but anda don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe anda just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
anda can dry up the tears anda see, but anda can never dry up the tears your jantung sheds. Because when anda cry, your jantung gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.