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Sumiko Story, Chapter 10Chapter 10: Jail break
Freedom is like a cool rain refreshing, uncontrollable, and wonderful
Privy call! came a rough voice from the hallway.
This was is. Akira had come back about an hour ago, and wed discussed the plan once more to make sure everyone was on the same page. Once that was done, we ate a hurried dinner of bread (which Akira had provided) before going over the plan one last time. The plan itself was pretty simple, but it was the timing that worried me.
Besides that, it was up to me to start the plan. Meaning Id have to rid myself of an escort of four human walls. Akira had told me to use my imagination, which I had spent the better part of an hour doing, but nothing was coming to mind . Well, nothing that I would be able to do anyway.
Akira I cant do this, I whispered desperately. I dont have a plan, and I have to go out there and rid us of
Sumiko Story, Chapter 9Chapter 9: A devious plot and deadly glares
If looks could kill, so the saying goes shouldnt we be thankful they dont?
So, youre a ninja, right? Fozen asked over lunch several days later. Lunch consisting of a lumpy brown liquid that was supposed to be stew.
Well, yeah, I said, shooting a dirty glare in the direction of the brown goo.
And you can use all of those cool ninja-move-things, right? He asked again.
Yeah, those things.
Well, sure I guess.
Okay, so what I dont get, he said slowly, pushing the goo in his bowl around. Is why dont just bust yourself outta here. I mean, you could like, vanish or teleport and be gone before the guards could even say escapist. He paused for a moment. Come to think of it, Im not entirely sure they
S.S. Chapter One -redo-Chapter One: The Beginning
The beginning, it can be said, is at least in one way like the end a story cannot exist without it.
Well done Sumiko! Sensei said as I demonstrated the correct posture for blocking a high kick. Just make your knees a bit softer perfect! In fact, he said, turning to address the class, you could all learn from her example. See how she braces herself by keeping her legs spread wide? Thats important. Its what helps you to keep your balance when your opponent strikes. You may return to your seat now.
I dropped my arms, relaxing my body, and walked back to my seat on the floor in the middle of the class. Halfway there, someone stuck out their foot, and I stumbled, blushing as a wave of giggles broke out across the room. I quickly recovered my poise and hurried back to my seat.
Hmph, some ninja you
To Speak of War and MurderIt was a quiet peaceful afternoon on the road where Chei stood. The sun shone brightly, and the birds twittered softly quarreling with one another. The weather was warm and a slight breeze provided a refreshingly cool breath of air. Yes it was all very peaceful . And it was all wrong.
Chei sighed listening to the impatient click of her neko-te against the cobblestone lined road. Cobble stones! Lord Gamabunta was indeed rich and pompous and late. His carriage should have come by her hiding place almost an hour ago!
Chei sat there on the side of the road fuming. Two weeks ago, she had been instructed that the local lord, lord Hiroshi, had hired a kunoichi from her dojo. Apparently, he had rumors that another local lord (lord Gamabunta) was planning on starting a war over some debts of Hiroshis. It seemed that lord Gamabunta claimed that he had not yet received payment from Hiroshi, when Hiroshi had paid him more than a month previously.
Now lord Gamabun
S.S. Prologue -redux-Prologue:
Time is the devourer of all things.
The stranger paused at the entrance to a small opening in the trees. A clearing stood just in front of them. They walked forward taking in every detail, every sway of the grass, every flower blooming and every bug that hovered over the grass. The stranger listened to the sound of waves crashing down in the distance, and then walked forward towards a lonely tree that stood almost in the, middle of the clearing. The calf length soft green grass swayed gently as the stranger walked by, then again as it was blown by a crisp ocean breeze form the south.
The stranger approached the tree in the middle of the clearing, and stood there, assessing it for a moment, thinking. It was unusual, for a forest of this magnitude to be able to survive this far out at sea even on an island a
Have you ever dreamed a dream,
Where you were truely free?
The kind of drea you want to stay,
The kind you'd never leave?
Oh, but these dreams that we love dreamin',
could never really stay.
though plead you may,
cause they were never really here.
But these dreams we dream of dreamin',
are never far away.
If you wish to see one,
just work another day.
So when you come back from workin',
and you're tired and afraid.
When your body's bomes are achin'
and your fingers fail to be of aid...
Lay down on a pillow,
to wake up under willows,
in the fields and streets of dreams,
where we are truely free.
Yes, those dreams we dream of dreamin',
are never far away.
They wait as mem'ries in our hearts--
and there we hope they'll stay.
Dark .:Poem:.I know that I am dark.
"Black. You are black, my little sparrow."
"Don't ever think that you are light,
And can do some good in this world."
I am dark, and I know it.
It is a fact,
I have not been allowed to forget.
" Don't you ever forget...
But you won't will you?
Because, whe someone is a black as you,
It cannot be forgotten.
Much like one's own voice."
"Blackness cannot be forgotten
and niether can it be repented or accounted for."
I am so dark, and despicable,
that it hurts to think about it.
It hurts me
to think that a person could be so indescribably dark
But I must suffer alone
In the silence of the night
in the dark.
For that too, is my fate.
A fitting punishment,
for one as despicable as I.
To suffer alone,
and not burden others with my darkness.
I can tell no one.
I would never burden anyone
with the weight of my own darkness.
I haven't even told her...
"You are dark, my little swallow.
You are dark,
by almost all wh
Sumiko Story, Chapter 8Chapter 8: confinement at full moon
On my way back through the market, I bought a fresh fish to go with the vegetables I had bought. I was just rounding the corner, when I heard a strange sound off to my left. It sounded like crying. I looked around to see a crowd had gathered a couple of stalls down from where I stood. There were three shiny suits in the middle of the crowd. I walked over to find out what all the commotion was about, and what I saw chilled my blood.
A young girl was on her knees surrounded by three guards. Tucked securely against her chest was a small puppy. The puppy was whimpering pitifully, and its right front leg was strangely limp. The girl was cradling the puppy against her chest, while pleading desperately with the guards. Please stop! He didnt mean to do it! Hes only a puppy, and you scared him!
That mutt has committed the worst crime possible second only to treason, and for that he must be punished! argue
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