Briley Martling
I want to be an author when I get out of high school. I love to write and would love to get some feedback.
Briley Martling
I want to be an author when I get out of high school. I love to write and would love to get some feedback.
I want to be an author when I get out of high school. I love to write and would love to get some feedback.
I want to be an author when I get out of high school. I love to write and would love to get some feedback.
Dear Reader, As I grew up change was something I had to go through a lot since I moved from house to house, day by day. I had to fend for myself, I had to be strong. I was little, I did this till I was 6 years old when my Grandma took care of me for a year, but then I moved again. I thought I wasn’t going to be there more than a year, so I fought them and wouldn’t let them get close to me. But I learned that it wasn’t going to stop them from caring about me. I still fought them just not as much that changed when I was 8 almost 9 years old I got adopted a few days after Christmas. I was happy that I wasn’t going to have to worry about having to leave anymore. I still deal with change to this day but it is different. Sometimes I wonder if it is worse now that I am older. Even through everything I went theough I learned that sometime the only thing I needed was love, sometimes that all anyone needs. -Briley Martling
I was tired of their attitude so I texted them.
M: I am sick of this T: sick of what M: your attitude dude T: what are you talking about M: I am talking about the way you treat others T: and how is that Huh M: right there the huh at the end T: what about it M: you try to get everything by intimidation M: not cool dude T: what do you care M: dude I am your best friend M: why wouldn’t I care T: seriously how can you say that T: you weren’t there when I needed you M: I have been there for you forever and you discarded me like I was nothing T: what are you talking about M: you left me for those fancy pants that we used to hate together T: well they aren’t that bad T: you are toxic T: I can’t be friends with you anymore M: what M: no please tell me you aren’t being serious
That is when I realized that I had to let them go. I also realized I had to change.
As you know I am running to be your ruler, and yes I know that you all haven't had much luck when it comes to rulers. So I want to give you all a chance at having a good ruler. I know that might sound cocky, But I have something that will prove that I can be a good ruler. I will let everyone have a say in anything that will affect the kingdom. when something that affects the kingdom comes up there will be voting and I will listen to what you guys believe should happen. If there should be a tie I will break it by asking one random person from each side to come to the castle to explain why we should choose that choice.
Dear Reader, The land once looked like this green and full of life. Why is it not like this anymore, it is simple really. We once had a mighty king full of grace and mercy, King Alaric (Powerful Ruler). He had seven sons, Alastor (Mans Protector), Zayan (Handsome), Killian (Warrior), Rhys (Fire), Reed (Free Spirited), Damian (Powerful), and Rune (Secret), and three daughters, Riona (Queen), Naya (Beauty), Valeska (Mighty/Powerful). Even though the king tried to care for his children the same, his children didn’t. After all, I was treated badly. To my siblings, I did not matter. After my dad passed I got sick of it and decided to show my siblings why I was given my name. The war started and the people took sides. I learned quickly that trusting people was not worth it. If you do you just end up hurt. I want to give you some advice: don’t trust people, not even the people you think are there for you no matter what. I learned that the hard way when my so-called friends sided with my enemy. So beware of your friends and the people you call friends. Hope this helps you, Valeska
Love Hate Love like the feathers of a dove Hate like a shard of a broken plate
Love Like the feathers of a dove no need to improve no need to be above
Hate Like the broken shards of a glass plate who can relate It is like a bad date
Love Hate like the feathers of a dove or the shards of a broken plate
All the pieces fit together You pick you choose which will you put together love or hate which will you choose
Am I a monster How would I know When I become to low When does man become a monster
Monster A word that strikes a blow Will I be to slow For when does man become a monster
I ponder For I want to ask But I put on a mask Yet when does man become a monster
Will I ever get an answer Or will I be to slow Will I ever know When does man become a monster
I think I have the answer I was to slow Now I know When does man become a monster
She gripped the ancient rune tightly feeling the power running through it Not taking it lightly She tries to avoid the hit
Yet she drop the rune Feeling the power fade When the rune hit the dune There was nobody there to come to her aid
Just get to the rune Done let the power sit there On the dune Use the power to get there
To get out of here You need to get the rune Run get out of here Run till there are no more dunes
Run run run Take the rune Run run run to the sun Away from the dune
You shattered it my trust is gone but I won't throw a fit no I won't mourn
Afterall you shattered it so I won't be torn I can't so it anymore so I quit I won't be your pawn
Since you shattered it I will be like a fawn I won't just take the hit A new me will be born
You shattered it my trust is gone but I won't throw a fit no I won't mourn