I wasn’t sure how to start this story at first; most stories usually just come to me as I go along. It’s kind of like playing the piano, as anda put lebih notes together it eventually becomes a song. So I figured I’d write what I was thinking at the time, so here it is. As an penulis it’s my work and I won’t let anyone say it’s bad atau pointless. Most people can be awfully critical of other peoples work, it’s not always because they are jealous atau cynical people. Perhaps they just don’t understand the meaning in the story, that’s okay; the story only needs to make sense to the author. What I’m Penulisan now is not a work of fiction; some may say it’s rather pointless. Authors are often told that they will never be popular enough to make a living, so we get a job, who cares. We don’t usually get our first book, story, poem atau song published right away; In that case we will come back seterusnya year. Creativity and imagination are gifts few people possess. Authors of any kind have the special few with these gifts. We are artists in our own way. We are the people speaking the truth through paper and pens; we create dreams and pave roads for younger generations. We inspire, we alih forward. We are AMAZING. If anda are an penulis be proud, you’re the one who is really going to make a difference.
Like anda don't have another care
Fight till the end.
Fight till the end,
Cuz anda got all ya power.
Fight like a trooper.
You've got hope
You've got strength
You've got Cinta on ya side,
So fight now.
Just fight now.
Fight till the end,
You've got all these people
Rootin for ya,
Rootin for ya.
You'll win the fight,
You'll freakin survive,
And you'll be proud
Cuz anda fought till the end,
And won it,
And won it.
Fight till the end,
You'll win.
Everything inside ya
Is powerful.
So fight till the end.
Just fight till the end.
AND FIGHT IT!!!
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if anda believe
anda turn to me
anda say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
anda reply
"I believe in anda and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but anda will always
Cinta me
even if anda are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if anda believe
anda turn to me
anda say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
anda reply
"I believe in anda and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but anda will always
Cinta me
even if anda are
a stuffed monkey
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his hati, tengah-tengah started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his hati, tengah-tengah started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"